Don’t let these bastards sneak up on you. They’ll break into your house, take all your records, and stash them in an undisclosed location, or at least it will feel that way because once this record makes its way onto your turntable, it’s not coming off for a long-ass time. This is one of the few punk rock records that make me ask myself, “There’s whiskey in the hutch, how come I’m not drinking it?” which is not necessarily a good thing when I have to be at work in an hour and I’m looking for something, anything to take the edge off. I got news for you: the Tim Version ain’t it. If anything, they make the edge edgier. What else is punk rock good for?
–Jim Ruland (ADD)