SHIRKS, THE: Self-titled: 7”

The sides of this record should have been reversed, since the A-side consists of two generic, predictable, sub-Problematics-esque tunes that blow past the threshold of the mundane into the realm of the banal. They’re fast and loud and not over soon enough. The B-side, while not breaking any new musical ground, has a much more memorable melody and rocks in a manner more closely resembling the Dead Boys. The chorus is sticky and snotty, with a message everyone can relate to: “Get out of my house, get out of my bed, get out of my sight/Get out of my heart, get out of my head, get out of my life.” Fuck, I’ve listened to “Get Out” at least seven times in a row now, and it gets better each time. Beautiful in its simplicity, simple in its execution, and exactly the kind of song one needs to hear post-breakup. It’s a goddamn punk masterpiece. High recommendation solely on the basis of “Get Out.” Also comes with a download card so you can put these three songs on your computer. 

 –benke (Big Neck)