I’m so confused by this. The packaging combines the classic Crass Records aesthetic with the Black Panther movement images and contains two and a half songs of snotty, garagey punk rock’n’roll. Based on the look of this alone, one might lyrically expect a political, socially conscious rager, but instead you get contrived rock’n’roll songs about not being able to get the girl. After two full songs, the third song gets about thirty seconds into it before it fades out—much like my interest in this band.
–Mark Twistworthy (Reel Time, reeltimerecordss.bigcartel.com)