Modern Machines: Yep. They’ve won me over. It’s like they’ve gotten the biggest-ever wad of Silly Putty, spread it over a large map of the best of Midwestern punk rock, pressed down firmly, spilled a space bag of wine spiked with crushed Adderall all over it, and, instead of copying everything backwards, have wadded that Putty into a high-bouncing, dirty ball of fun. My three favorite tracks by them. Blotto: You know what? Fuck Japan. Fuck those guys for taking everything we do and making it better. Fuck their computer chips and fuel efficient cars and vending machines with clean underpants and bands that shame ours by rediscovering what’s already discarded, yet finding how to turbocharge pop punk and made it entirely great and crunchy, like a fresh bowl of cereal (but with gasoline, instead of milk), once again.
–todd (Snuffy Smiles!)