WRISTER: Chuckle Chuckle Motherfucker: CD

Okay, despite their oh-so-humorous “We’re making the best music to ever grace the planet” line at the end of the credits on this thing, they are definitely on to something here. There’s the same kinda opus-coupled-with-a-faceplant exoskeleton that bands like Dan Padilla and The Broadways have crafted and the blood and guts quality of early, mid-tempo Hot Water Music. Wrister’s managed to create an atmospheric, melancholy-as-shit punk record here; lots of ringing chords, gravel-in-the-throat vocal interplay and just a ton of these individually soaring, awesome moments. It’s not a perfect record (the lack of lyrics is the biggest bummer here), but there are a plethora of moments on Chuckle that make me wish it would start raining again so I could go walk around and listen to this thing.

 –keith (Alaska)