Total Punk seems to be one of those labels you can trust. At least from my limited experience, anytime my old and feeble hands have held a TP record, it gave me a sense that this was something I could take home, spend some time with, and nothing weird would happen—like waking up in the morning with a pounding headache, sore jaw, and your pants around your ankles. Just as the name of the band hints at, the sound on here is sleazy, with a raw and buzzing guitar that cuts through the air with the intent of piercing your eardrums. The vocals are on the same level, with a snotty, nasally persona. When the guitars and vocals meet in the middle at times, the sound gets abrasive. The rhythms are bouncy (in a good way—not that “mall punk, mehhh” dreck sort way) and tough all at the same time. Songs like “Too Close Home,” “Live Wire” (kind of like a pumped up/punked up Warsaw),” and “Conor Start” will have you believing that there is still more mileage left on this whole punk rock thing yet. If these guys were not from Minnesota, I would have sworn they were some obscure gem from Australia. I call that high praise. Only five hundred pressed up. Get one or two.
–M.Avrg (Total Punk, floridaisdying.com)