Ick, barf. Reminds me of that time in the early 2000s when basement shows were full of dinguses in too-tight-fitting clothes dancin’ all spazzy to shitty, keyboard-driven dance punk. I don’t even think there are keyboards on this, but I hear ‘em in my head.
–Ryan Horky (Whoa! Boat, whoaboatrecords.com)