There’s a lotta cool stuff happening on these five songs, so I can understand giving in to the temptation to succumb to the functional utility of the 7” 33 format, despite its shortcomings in the volume department. The title track is a scuzzy and bald-faced “You Really Got Me” ripoff, but if you’re gonna steal, steal from the best, I say. “Rebel vs. Myself” and “Think Too Hard” are fast, clever punk’n’rollers, “Snow Covered Dreams” is straight up Chocolate Watchband-styled ‘60s jangle-punk, and “S.F. Is an Iceberg” explains why I wasn’t really getting a San Francisco vibe from these guys: They love California but can’t afford to live there anymore, so they’re moving back to Atlanta (which they manage to rhyme with “mantra,” sorta). I can’t tell if they cuff their jeans funny or not, but the fact of this record’s very existence indicates that an album is clearly overdue. Give me more, you cads! BEST SONG: “S.F. Is an Iceberg.” BEST SONG TITLE: “S.F. Is an Iceberg?” Seems kind of like a rainburg to me, but whatever. FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Everyone’s last name is “Love” and boiled peanuts suck. –Rev. Nørb (Self-released)