The question I find myself presented with is this: How or what makes Smogtown the best at what they do – surf punk? The title track fucking kills and plays along like an air raid siren blasting over a bong-toking beach party. It’s the fun, nervous tension that they capture which is so addictive. I can hear echoes of the past of Orange County punk, but those echoes are distant compared to the absolutely fresh scree Smogtown continues to provide. They even tackle and champion an instrumental on this one: “Blackout in Beach City.” As with anything that has Smogtown on the cover, you’ll be a better person if you buy it. That all said, the cover blows. Sorry, but it looks like someone just learned computer layout, found the emboss filter and had a 45 spool to play with. My only qualm with the band? Tour, you fuckers, tour and the world will be yours.
–todd (Hostage, PO Box 7736, Huntington Beach, CA 92615)