Shouted, hoarse punk stuff with an overlay of trumpet and saxophone, released into the wild by a bunch of Danish maniacs. Dude has absolutely atonal vocals, but the music is driving enough that it works, with the voice almost serving as its own percussive instrument. It’s rollicking and fun, and the horns add this occasionally explosive quality that really propels the whole thing along. Wasn’t expecting much from the cover, and I still have zero idea what this gentleman might be yelling about, but this is a surprisingly cool, invigorating record. Limited to 150, so…. –Keith Rosson (Mastermind)