During the early to mid-‘80s, my cousin Scott was a dare-devilish semi-pro skater who chaotically careened across many a plywood flux ramp in backyards and skateparks throughout the entire nation. I’d often accompany him to the local flux, which was situated right smackdab in the middle of a loblolly wilderness several miles outside of town. There in the heavy and humid summer heat, Scott would perform some of the most amazing aerial acrobatics on his splintered and chipped skateboard, occasionally bailing and hittin’ the bottom of the ramp full-force and body-first. I distinctly remember a well-worn, multi-stickered old jambox was always blaring the latest and liveliest California skatepunk cacophony, which provided the ultimate energy-enhanced soundtrack for an endless afternoon of spectacular death-defying skateboard feats. Yep, what ya have here is exactly the same kind of teeth-gnashing “old school” skatepunk bombast that inspired a sweat-drenched legion of diehard ollie-grindin’ enthusiasts to grab their boards and giddily hit the ramps a-runnin’ during the culturally backwards Reagan era. JFA (one of the indelibly inspirational originators of the skatepunk genre) and The Worthless and Blue Collar Special (two youthfully exuberant newer groups who passionately carry the skatepunk torch in the most frenzied of fashion!); three bands, three-million decibels of all-out raging fury, and fifteen bone-shattering songs about skating and being a social outcast in today’s fast-food, quick-service, throw-away society. What a raucously cool combination! –Roger Moser, Jr.