More than what it is, it may be easier to describe what this record isn’t. It’s not sterile, it’s not sober, it’s not experimental, and it’s not sorry. Midwestern basement punk leaning towards straight-up, earnest guitar rock. This record is a chained up mutt in a dirt yard barking its ass off about how fucked up its situation is. Pretty much all the humanoids in hearing distance find it all quite obnoxious, but to the fellow canines, it’s a bark they can relate to. No graduate student is ever gonna write their dissertation on The Slow Death, and that’s kinda what I like about ‘em.
–Daryl Gussin (Rad Girlfriend)