It’s amazing what mastering will do. I wasn’t so up on the CD version of this album, thinking it sounded too much the same. The vinyl makes it an almost completely different album. It’s nasty, fishnet-ripping, cough syrup and vodka chugging, porno warehouse as practice space good times. Think if the Runaways got of age after making a series of poor life decisions, funneled that rage and confusion into a tight ball, and tore right back at it by making music. The result is sexy, angry, gritty, and unapologetic: in other words, a great punk record.
–todd (Criminal I.Q.)