The cover’s drawn by someone of third-grade ability depicting Zeus (a bearded man holding a lightning bolt) giving an enema to another bearded man with really short arms. The music follows suit in an early Meatmen, covered-in-honey, standing-on-an-anthill spazzy way. It’s endearing, much like how pre-first-album Descendents sounded, where it’s too fast and abrasive to be considered poppy, but they’re just too dorky to be considered hardcore. Hopefully, coming to a basement or backyard BBQ near you soon. I like.