Jesus fucking Christ, how does Gord of Deranged do it? I’m not blowing him here, but, crap, man, he can find and release the top ten percent of punk rock in its fullest spectrum, from full-on hardcore to power pop. The Tranzmitors remind me of the missile-top of the heap: Buzzcocks, Jam, Stiff Little Fingers, Exploding Hearts. Crystalline, yet raw-edged, explosive pop that stomps its boots while sweating uncontrollably. I haven’t been this moved by a band like this since The Gain or Smalltown, and that’s just from two songs. Excellent.