Lacking oxymorons in your life? How about a new crusty punk disc courtesy of a Jesus-punk band decked out in all the finest in stereotypical anarcho-poseur accoutrements and parrot-color dye jobs? Normally, my first instinct would be to dismiss them for the bad joke they are, but I’m really working hard on being a little more understanding, so I can really empathize with these guys and their plight. Hell, if I called Whittier home, I’d probably be just as lacking in original thought and sucking on the tit of religion with the same zeal. Just to keep them on their toes and feeling “punk,” feel free to drive through Uptown and pelt ‘em with crackers and communion wafers.
–jimmy (Punk Core)