Damn straight, I wish more punk bands had the balls and sonic blister of The Generators. This crazed mad-dog quartet of insurgent noise-makers sure know how to raucously kick it into high gear while furiously thrustin’ their middle fingers into the wan, expressionless face of our complacent, corporate-fed society. Both melody-wise and within their surly snarlin’ attitude, The Generators are very much chaotically akin to the U.S. Bombs. The songs irately scream with bile, venom, emotion, and unrelenting snottiness. This is auditory destruction at its most severe with seven bone-crushin’ originals, a skull-splittin’ cover of Cock Sparrer’s “Runnin’ Riot," and a bit of video-enhanced imagery, as well! DESTROY! –Roger Moser, Jr.