Annoyingly boring indie rock with barely noticeable surf guitar noodling. This potentially could have been pretty popular back in those days when bands like Toadies and Hum were getting played on the “alternative” radio stations. Ya know, back when you didn’t need to see pictures of the band’s members throwing money in the air to know they had dollar signs for eyes. I tried to find some kind of redeeming punk qualities to this record, but aside from the fact that it’s pressed to vinyl, there are none.
–Juan Espinosa (Oops Baby)