Loud and heartfelt garage punk. This shit is so lo-fi my stereo can barely handle it. The requirements to make good garage punk are so threadbare, it can be tough to make qualitative judgments on records like this. What sets this record apart from other records of its ilk is the general vibe of schizophrenia that permeates throughout the entire release. Words garble together in both sound and visuals. The protective sheath of the record is covered in the endless ravings of a mad man, scrunched together in impossible-to-follow lines. I can’t decide if I necessarily like this record, but at least it’s interesting. Grade: B.

 –Bryan Static (12XU,