A spit-shined produced version of Seagulls’ live set. Equal sonic parts Florida and Fat Wreck with a heavy dose of dirty South ATL. Steve roars with a Pink Eyes ferocity while Dom and Billy wheel and loop their guitar leads around the rhythm section like ripcord dervishes. You can see and feel the plywood stage buckle under the pressure of the band’s incessant energy. Not sure where their penchant for basketball jerseys comes from—and some songs could have had a bit of fat trimmed from their lengths—but still recommended for ratcheting up your already soaring mood.
–Matt Seward (seagullsatl.bandcamp.com)