I’m starting to think Douchemaster has a direct line to my brain’s deepest punk rock desires. Part of a distinguished list of releases including the White Wires and the Black And Whites, Bryan Rackley and Co. have once again unleashed a pitch-fucking-perfect LP. This record does catchy self-destructive love with a clean (but not sterile) sound echoing early ‘80s pop punk. Maybe it’s something in the water, but these delightful Frenchmen have a sound so enthralling, myself and my two roommates have this record on the list of “you’re not allowed to play it three times in a row.” One song sounds like a heartbreak anthem from the 1950s! Basically, this record is a fucking good time, even if in the songs, the narrator isn’t having one. Can’t wait to see them live.
–Samantha Beerhouse (Douchemaster)