Named after a character in the first Godfather flick (or a cool deli in Hoboken—just kidding), these dudes are from the wilds of Tasmania, Australia. Gritty, angular punk with intelligible lyrics. Holy shit, what a rarity these days. Well thought out arrangements and memorable songs make this one stand out. Make your own conclusions about what these guys have been listening to, but give it a fair shake. Loudest thing to come out of Tasmania since that devil dude. Look for the “Daiquiri” version of this record when they tour your town. Nice shot out of the gate, boys.
–koepenick (Broken Bones)