Hopped-up NewBeachAlliance-styledOrangeCounty punk that smacks of weed, mainlining speed, lives on the rocks, rehab in on the horizon or in the rearview, and kelpy beach decay. In line with Smogtown, Smut Peddlers, Broken Bottles, and the Stitches. The buzzsaw guitars, gnashing drums, and cement mixer bass, all point to Hostage Records at the beginning of this century. Each time I play this, I can hear someone, somewhere getting a full sleeve on their arms to completely cover up some pretty bad decisions made earlier on in life. Reckless in all the right ways.
–todd (No Front Teeth, www.nofrontteeth.net)