Although I get the impression that this serviceable Gainesville outfit considers ’90s Epitaph/Lookout-type punk to be a polestar of some sort, they remind me more of decidedly un-grim mid-’80s acts like TMA than anything that happened in the Clinton era (then again, I suppose those mid-song breakdowns, which we really didn’t have in the ’80s, don’t grow on trees and had to come from somewhere). As prime exemplar of this bold claim, I give you “Propecia-Saurus,” which sports mid-’80s goof-punk lyrics like “balding punks we don’t take shit, balding punks we rule the pit.” On the other hand, it definitely seems like they have a few Rancid records amongst their collection, since I can’t say I heard many reggae-punk songs about Kurdistan in the ’80s (unless, of course, they are flipping the script on me by harnessing their inner “Guns for the Afghan Rebels” by the Angelic Upstarts, which is entirely possible). I didn’t hear any real gems or any real duds on here—the band stayed on an unwavering baseline of “reasonably decent” with very little movement in either the thumbs up or thumbs down direction, and that seems unusually consistent for a self-professed grab bag. It’s the ol’ bait-and-switch I tell you! BEST SONG: “Flash Mob.” BEST SONG TITLE: “Propecia-Saurus.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The drummer might be twirling his drumstick on the insert photograph. –Rev. Nørb (Self-released, grabbag.bandcamp.com)