Three tight, fast-as-fuck thrashers that come and go way too soon. I feel like someone just jabbed me in the ear with an ice pick and ran away. Local Oafs: They remind me of early Stupids with a drummer about as flashy as 7 Seconds’ Troy Mowat, but damn if they aren’t a fun listen. Considering I was bracing myself for some really, really bad pop punk, I’m mightily impressed. This bad boy is a keeper.
–jimmy (Subway Star)