Chemically dependant and deep-rooted-issues dirge punk from Seattle, WA. Given the makeup of the band, which includes members of fellow local stalwarts such as Gag and Criminal Code, you’d think this record was a hands-down winner. Sadly, all I’m hearing is a less pleasurable stab at Pissed Jeans style despondence or the schizophrenic brilliance that is Slices’ Cruisin’ album. This record is like Little Caesars pizza: it’s okay but that’s kind of the problem.
–Juan Espinosa (Inimical)