Primal punk. This record makes you want to bludgeon the concepts of “innovation” and “progression” with a blunt object. It’s all spit, sweat, and fury in six songs. But you only get the lyrics for one of them, and for a moment you kinda wish they didn’t print any. Not because the lyrics are boring, or dense, but because they’re kinda batshit crazy. But of course they are; it’s livid hardcore punk. Classically trained. For all those who agree that Off! is unlistenable, pick up School Jerks.
–Daryl Gussin (Cowabunga)