I can’t tell if The Heathers are quickly on their way to becoming something totally awesome, like The Carrie Nations, or something that started out fucking great then ended in a big shrug, like Kosher, or something like Hot Carl that took a long fucking time to develop and exceeded all expectations, years later as The Chinese Telephones. Because The Heathers have that effortless, elastic quality that stretches through three decades of rock’n’roll, DIY punk, early English punk, and are able to kaleidoscope through snatches of the Wipers, Apocalypse Hoboken, The Embarrassment, and weird ‘80s guitar flashes, like the catchiest of The Church. Here’s to hoping they chose the right paths in the long run. A complete surprise. Stoked.