Lower Island Dealers have been a Victoria mainstay going on thirteen years now. You’d think they’d have put out more than three records in that time, but hey, good things come to those who wait. It’s a solid collection of punk rock that’s reminiscent of something between Fear of a Punk Planet-era Vandals and Musical Monkey-era Guttermouth. Songs that simultaneously come off witty and somewhat stupid. Songs about beer, weed and food never sounded so good.
–ty (Foam Cell)