I picked this out of the piles because Brett from OBS raves about these guys, so I figured what the hell, why not? As the first track made its way through to the end, I remembered two things 1) Brett loves pop punk a bit too much; 2) He has the taste of a brain damaged yak with most of its senses dulled after years of being battered with walrus intestines dipped in a caustic concoction of strawberry Kool-Aid and Funyuns. The disc? A collection of mostly faceless, uneventful Ramonesy pop punk culled from a twelve-inch and two seven-inchers released early in the last decade.
–jimmy (Red Scare)