DYSNEA BOYS: Forgot How to Read: LP

It may seem like I’m splitting hairs, but hear me out. “Skate rock” is not the same as “skate punk.” The former was a movement in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s spearheaded by Thrasher magazine and a number of bands who rode boards, like Big Boys, JFA, Drunk Injuns, The Faction, and others. Skate punk, on the other hand, is more of a ‘90s-centered thing (think big pants and chain wallets). I like skate punk just fine, but skate rock is where my heart is. Dysnea Boys know exactly what I am talking about. They are a band that would fit seamlessly onto any of those early Thrasher compilations. You can feel the same hit of adrenalin listening to this that you would when discovering an untouched skate spot—anticipation, aggression, and joyous freedom coming together to an explosive moment in time. Canadians, Americans, and Germans came together to make what I would consider a damn near perfect album. Vocalist Jason Honea (formerly of Social Unrest) reminds me so much of Restless Spirit from Drunk Injuns at times it’s uncanny as he powerfully drives the songs with his distinct voice. I hope to the almighty concrete skate gods that Dysnea Boys will make the trip over to North America sometime soon. This band has become essential to my life. –Ty Stranglehold (Take It Back)