Sometimes you want to write off something before you hear it. I was ready to shoot this to the moon. I put this on with hesitation and was overwhelmed by how poppy and infectious this was. My punkness was destroyed and formed into a pool of goo on the floor next to the hairball that my cat left a week ago. I keep losing punk points and I don’t know how I can reclaim them. I try to look mean but a stupid grin overwhelms my face as I listen to this. I want to slam dance but my body uncontrollably wants to pogo up and down to the point I have bloodshot eyes. Don’t tell my friends that I like this.
–don (Honest Don’s)