Toronto’s Deforesters pack the energy of a large class of five-year-old children fed on nothing but sugar for a week into four songs of solid pop punk goodness. As the vinyl spins it’s not difficult to imagine grabbing a beer, holding onto a friend, and jumping around like a set of drunk conjoined twin kangaroos as the band lets it rip on some sweat-drenched stage in a small basement. The gang vocals in the songs are perfect for that situation, too, and I’d love to think that somewhere out there people are getting that live experience on a regular basis. I admit to a touch of jealousy, but will hold out for a U.K. tour sometime soon… please!
–Rich Cocksedge (Get Party, getparty.limitedrun.com)