Snot pop with sonic punk grease as the pie filling. Think Buzzcocks. Think Saints without the horns. Think of enjoying the fact that a twelve pack of Pabst is around five bucks. Think the Jam way before Style Council. Think of days when actual singing – instead of mumbling and outright screeching – wasn’t seen as a sign of weakness and guitars didn’t have to be perfect, yet sounded right, like they could shave all the hair off your body in a single swoop and give you a few goosebumps. Think that the best hooks are the ones you haven’t heard before. Think balding drummer. Think that that makes me like them even more. Pretty cool debut. Look forward to more.