Predatory piano and a punchy saxophone are right in the middle of straight-ahead New Beach Alliance punk brawl? Huh? The two new instruments work—no ska taint, no jazzy Bill Clinton-isms, no la-ti-da twinkling the keys—and add a new, memorable dimension to the Pushers usual street fight on wax. The two songs give a strange, but cool, mental image. Like Little Richard and the Pinetoppers getting sun with tattooed, teeth-missing punks on a nuclear beach, all getting along and raising a ruckus. Recommended.