Party, fuckin’ party. Wooooo! This party, you’re invited to. All five dudes have Dave in their name (first or last), and it’s so friendly that if the technology existed, the record itself would be opening up your beer and lighting your bong as it spins on the turntable. It’s also the equivalent to your friends who dress up in 12-pack cartons after they’ve been emptied and wave to neighbors while they’re pissing on their lawns. It’s more than a record; it’s a blueprint to these dudes’ lives. Recommended.