An OC punk three-piece is a rare breed, indeed. I’m hypotheticalizing, but it’s much easier to fuck up in a larger band, to spread the blame around, get wasted, and fill in the blank for an excuse when you don’t feel like showing up and playing. D-Cup are even stranger by the fact that they remind me what the early, ringing Jam songs would sound like if filtered through Dramarama, mixed in with Southern California fuckup beach culture, and sneered up just a tiny little bit. Both songs are mid-paced, well structured, catchy, and to the point. Quite possibly the most pop effort I’ve heard on Hostage, and that’s very far from any sort of slag. Good stuff.