They gallop, they trot, they will all-around rock your face off… and may make ya wanna pick it up, to boot. Pure, unashamed, straight from it. I’ve seen these guys be called surf punk, but this isn’t that regurgitated ‘60s-hollow-bodied-reverberated-bullshit. They’re a flat-out rollicking good time. It may be cold and dreary in Seattle, their hometown, but these dudes will warm yer heart… and goose yer throttle. Don’t miss out on this!
–Jackie Rusted (Self-released, omegamoo.com)