Two superhero camps have joined forces to beat the crap out of stale-ass pop punk villains! The Methadones start off the album with the secret power pop-packed formula they’ve perfected over the years. They always manage to take me to this warm and fuzzy place that smells of depression and alcohol and root beer-flavored lollipops with their brand of punk rock, and I welcome the feeling in with open arms. The Copyrights side of the split wins hands down. Their songs include fantastic lyrics that tug and pull at every emotional string, from happiness to devastation, and even round the set off with a cover that kills all the other songs on the record while managing not to sound like the original tune. Now that’s fucking talent.