Duane Peters, the clown prince of punk rock, is so Old School that if he got run over by a bus and got his foot decapitated he’d probably replace it with a wooden pirate peg and stump around the stage, business as usual. Hell, he’d probably get Independent to build him a steel peg, invent a new skate trick (Pieces of Eight Stump Slide?) and we’d all stand around with our mouths hanging open and watch the sparks fly. Tickets to Heaven picks up right where the Hunns debut left off. I don’t know what the hell he’s singing about half the time, but who the fuck cares? Highly recommended.