I have no way of being objective when reviewing this record. But, really, what kind of robot listens to music objectively anyway? My first move out of my hometown was to Green Bay, Wis. This move was driven almost entirely by the fact that, at the time, Green Bay’s punk scene was super fun. I was closer to Minneapolis, but that was kind of crusty back then and not really my thing. With the Concert Café at the epicenter, Green Bay was packed full of bands that were less into posturing and more interested in having a good time. So I moved to the other side of Wisconsin, got a shitty job at a factory, and spent my nights rocking out to bands like Last Sons Of Krypton, the Onions, and Rev. Nørb’s old band Boris The Sprinkler. This record brings me back to those nights, when I met some of the best friends I’ve ever had. These bands still rock with zero pretension. There is no objective in these grooves other than to have fun, and they still deliver smiles with every lyric, every riff. That’s timeless.
–MP Johnson (Self-released)