Pop punk as it was done back in the day. Every song sounds like a cranked-up cover of a particularly snotty Grimple or Screeching Weasel song; as I listen to them, all I really hear is Ben Weasel screaming. This takes me back to the early 1990s, cops shutting down house parties, bar shows that only lasted until the bar owner started screaming at the band to get out… in 1991, this probably would have been on Allied and I would have been in love. As it is, it’s a nice reminder of cramming fifty people into a show space built for twenty and then fitting a band into the room to play fifteen songs in ten minutes. Sometimes, nostalgia ain’t so bad.
–scott (Paco Garden)