Oh no! I must admit that, despite the dangerously-high percentage of baggy pants found on this band’s fan base, I’ve been a huge fan since I was fifteen and spent most of my time telling dumb jokes and drawing even dumber pictures. (Some things don’t change.) But this time around they’ve fucked with the Midwest, and I CANNOT let this stand! Lyrics like, “We call the heartland, not very smartland,” and then some ramblings about how everyone in the mighty Midwest hates gay people and immigrants. Untrue, says I, from my hometown of Milwaukee (first city to elect a socialist mayor)! In the name of all things cheese-based, I must give this album, despite its referencing of the Triple Rock and Paddy (D4), two thumbs down! Goddamn west coast! This is Special K. Yuck!
–maddy (Fat Wreck Chords)