Fie on the Razorcake staff for sending me this CD! You see, I had this great plan to listen to all the records I had accumulated over the summer (when I didn’t have access to a record player). But then this came in the mail, and it’s all I’ve been listening to! I mean it! With all of those stupid rock-and-roll-is-hip-now bands around these days, trying to look like heroin addicts and talking about how they’re born to lose and wanna die before they grow up and all of that, it’s a wonder that bands that have been rockin’ and rollin’ in the Thunders vein for a long time still get no attention at all! Note to readers: if you are drunk, feeling depressed, like your life don’t matter and you might as well be dead, put on this fucking record! Roll around the ground in a drunken stupor! Jump up and down! If this were a cereal, it’d be Count Chocula—brooding and rockin’! Buy this record!