Two-track recording of blistering, distorted, garage punk from Minneapolis that reeks of basement funk, beer-soaked clothes, and good times. The blank labels on the record and lack of lyric sheet keep me from extending this review beyond the obvious. If I was just going by the music, I’d say “yes,” but for all I know they could be singing about child pornography or endorsing the nazi party. It’s not like I can make out what they’re saying. Lyrics, dudes; gotta have em’ if you want to be understood.
–Dave Disorder (Fashionable Idiots)