Super fun, buoyant, snotty punk that reminds me of going to shows at EJ’s and Satyricon, bands in skinny ties and sunglasses in a dark bar, guitarists with wide-legged stances, downstrokes so fast their hands are blurs. The singer’s a pretty dead ringer for Joel Jett of the Flip-Tops and the Minds, and the whole thing is infused with a wonderful sense of joyousness and urgency. This is a cool record. –Keith Rosson (Space Bag)