Terrifying blown-out garage punk from Canada. The sound of cheap beer, coke and fighting. Bloodied mouths, eyes swollen shut, waking up on the driveway shit. If you know Big Neck, you’ll know they always fucking deliver. Think Baseball Furies, Reatards, Final Solutions and all the fuckup no marks who sold you angel dust. I’ve loved this style of shit since day one, following the seam of gold which just keeps giving. 45RPMs, no mess, no fuss, fucked-upness. Play this next to the Romero LP I reviewed and see who wins in a fight. Must-have business. –Tim Brooks (Big Neck, bigneckrecords.com / No Front Teeth)