Imagine you’re at a party that your next door neighbors are having. A band is playing this wild rock’n’roll, a combination of “Girl Can’t Help It”-era Little Richard and This Bike Is a Pipe Bomb. It’s a punk rock chicken shack. Imagine the party runs out of beer. More is on the way. In the meantime, you go back to your apartment to drink the last beer in your refrigerator. You sit on your couch and drink your beer and listen to the band through the wall you share with your partying neighbors. The wall muffles the sound, but it’s still loud, it’s still a crazy rock’n’roll hoe-down. Imagine the good feeling that music and that last beer gives you. That’s what listening to this seven inch is like.