This is the record that I shall judge all hardcore records against for quite some time. Really, it’s that good. We’re talking serious skate rock here. From the opening chords of “Skate to Hell” (not a Gang Green cover) to the end of “Mr. Hyde,” this had me screaming and weaving through traffic. I’ve really got to stop reviewing in the car! We’re talking spastic hardcore punk with a damn near perfect mix of skating, drinking, and politics. I was almost out the door with my skate before I remember that my foot is busted. Get this now and prepare to be shredded.