When you hear a name like the Pervz, you tend not to expect much from ‘em, so it is one helluva shock when the needle hits the groove and you get rocked outta your boots. When you procure a copy of this hunk of wax, rest assured you’re getting four solid tunes that sonically fall smack dab in the middle of the “Western Triangle” of punk – part Northwest Dirtnap ‘77 update, part SF “‘77 by way of ‘66” trash punk update, and part ‘80s Hostage thug beach pop update. The songs are ultra-catchy and sure to drop the jaws of anyone within hearing distance. Neato die-cut cover, too.
–jimmy (Wood Shampoo)