This two-song EP was far, far too short for my liking, and when it was done I got angry at Blue Jinns for giving me so little. They play punk tinged with rawk, which always makes me quiver with joy and slobber uncontrollably like my erstwhile pooch Grendel going goofy for bratwurst, so my anger with Blue Jinns quickly abated once I was able to acknowledge the rock glory with which they had blessed me. Think early, Supershitty-era Hellacopters but from northern England and you’ve pretty much hit the mark. Great stuff, in my mind. –The Lord Kveldulfr (Self-released, bluejinns.com)