Listening to The Flatliners recalls memories of music I listened to my freshman year of high school. The two songs on this 7” are just abrasive enough to make parents hate it, but are overloaded with slick production and the kind of poppy hooks that I can imagine hearing it on the local rock radio station. My fourteen-year-old self would have fist-pumped and sang along to this. My present-day self thought this was a bit too slick for my tastes, and it didn’t do much to hold my attention.
–Paul J. Comeau (Fat Wreck)