Hey kids, ever wonder what it must’ve felt like to be a punker back there in the adolescent heyday of the early ‘80s, back when snotty little punk rock started to sprout whiskers and grow some angry, lean muscles? Well, now you can go back to those heady days of the Masque and the MabuhayGardens and party like it’s 1982. And, best of all, you don’t need to strap on some hair-dryer/space helmet gizmo with antennas, nor do you have to be some egghead physicist with a neocortex full of math and string theory to do it. Just run on over to your nearest Ma & Pop punk rock record store and pick up all the Regulations recordings you can get your hands on. Electric Guitar might be the best bang for your buck since, along with seven brand new tracks, it includes the songs from their first two seven-inchers. But get whatever Regulations you can and then go home and play it as loud as you can while you throw yourself around the room like Darby Crash on a bender. It’s a far better high than the “space monkey” or whatever you call it and if you get really out there, it might start to seem like you’re actually at an Angry Samoans or Circle Jerks or Reagan Youth show back in the days of yore. You might even start to think that there’s a dimwitted Republican President in office again and that he’s doing righteous battle with some Middle Eastern, America-hating madman. But don’t worry too much about that. You gotta take the good with the bad with this time travel stuff and the Regulations are so amazingly good it makes suffering the idiot parade almost seem worth it.