Right off the bat, I should disclose that this band contains a Razorcake columnist. It really doesn’t matter though, because he seems to me like the kind of guy who would rather appreciate honesty than ass kissing. Wooo! Good thing I can do both now because I love this record! It’s almost scary how so many of the songs on this record are situations that I’m dealing with in my life (particularly the ones pertaining to getting old and still playing in bands and partying). The tunes are sloppy and fun (also attributes I’ve been told describe me). I had a smile on my face the whole time (except on the one about the guy who got trampled at Wal-Mart on Black Friday. That was sad.). Get the record and join the party… At least until you bleed out your butt. Then it’s time to stop.