Totes magotes awesome. I challenge you to not hum the melody to the titular track after a first listen. In short, it comes off as a love song dedicated to the thrill of discovering a music that is yours—in this case a 45 that you identify as being created by persons not unlike yourself. It reminds me, in an abstract way, of the Ramones’ “Do You remember Rock ‘N Roll Radio?” I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that the B-sides, “Stop, Drop, Rock ‘N’ Roll” and “Nun of That” pretty much rule as much as the A side. Dirt Cult strikes again! –Garrett Barnwell (Dirt Cult)