While I always feel a little ripped off with a two-song 7”, it’s still the goddamn Death Ridge Boys, so all is well. Continuing their unbroken run of nail-tough street punk with gruff vocals and anthemic, propulsive takes on daily resistance, this band can seemingly do no wrong. Bone-simple and stupidly catchy guitar leads, gruff vocals, and choruses that’ll burrow in the skull like a mango fly. The flip, “Working,” is a revved up ninety-second burst of fury. Portland has a bevy of fantastic bands, but these guys are, in my mind, at the top of the list. Hope they put out an LP soon. –Keith Rosson (Black Water)