Eighteen years is a hell of a long time to be a band before your debut album comes out. Around the turn of the century, The Pegs were coming up in the heyday of Southern Californian beach punk. The Stitches, Smogtown, and Smut Peddlers were all in their prime and the rest of the world was taking notice. The Pegs were the new kids on the scene and opening shows left, right, and center. A couple of killer singles came out, and then they were gone. Or so we thought. At some point recently, The Pegs woke up from their hibernation, and Hostage Records was there to release the album that should have come out what seems like a lifetime ago. Are they the same Pegs? Absolutely! These tracks feel like they could have been laid down back in the days when they were hungry kids new to the scene. That classic beach punk guitar coupled with a suburban snarl makes this another welcome notch in the Hostage belt. The Pegs may have been lost at sea, but they are home to port and are kicking ass! –Ty Stranglehold (Hostage)