Quick two-songer of mediocre street punk stuff. Nice semi-transparent splatter vinyl. Pretty short on content—“City on Fire” smokes just a bit more than “Bootstraps.” Both of them rely way too heavily on their oft-repeated choruses. Street punk records like this—passable but ultimately kind of forgettable—really just make me miss the Beltones. If the Harrington Saints could write something as earnest and defeated and careworn as “Fuck You Anyway,” I’d sign myself up in a heartbeat. Hit me with something like that, guys, and I’m a fan for a long, long time.