The vocals sound like they are sung riding a sick wave. I immediately donned a pair of blue wayfarers and board shorts ready to soak up some rays. But I quickly realized after the drop in that every track has a repetitive guitar progression that is pleasantly familiar, making them accessible and catchy, yet not distinguished from every other garage punk band. It’s like bringing your board to the beach only to be greeted by some flat waves. This could have been bitchin’, bro. How are the waves in Montréal?