Spastic garage punk, nestled somewhere between The Trashies and The Motards. Vocals are nicely fuzzed-out, works well. Super-creepy cover that looks like it was drawn by a possibly demented little kid. Liked the flip side best—a swaggering, sneering, mid-tempo number called “Premonition.” If you’re into this kind of stuff, Coco Coma’s walkin’ around with some snot in their pocket—you could definitely do worse.

 –keith (Shit Sandwich)