The Workin’ Stiffs have always seemed to me to be a thrashier, more chaotic Swingin’ Utters. (Both bands are great in my book.) With this four-songer, I hear a lot of what the Ends are pulling off. On the outside, it may look just like blue collar, working class punk—no denying that—but with close listens are little gems inside all of the songs. Johnny Thunder guitaring is butted up against thin slices of AC/DC, and it’s all delivered up by a cocksure singer, who sounds like he’d spit right in your eye, but do it with a little bit of a smile. Fiery punk rock not afraid of rock’n’roll. These tracks don’t disappoint.