This is fucking it right here. I said it when I heard their track on the killer Unusual Suspects compilation last year, and it’s fully confirmed on this here 7”. The Plagues are the next generation of Hostage Records beach punk royalty. Seedy and unrelenting, the tracks here manage to invoke the feeling of the sun bleached days of the late ’90s/early ’00s in that metaphorical Suburban Surf City without rehashing it. You’re heading to the beach in the backseat of a beat-to-shit deathtrap with The Plagues at the wheel. Terrifying, yet exhilarating. You don’t know what’s going to happen, they don’t know what’s going to happen… there’s just an unspoken agreement they’re not going to stop until the waves are crashing, no matter how much smoke comes out from under the hood. I like that feeling, and I want more. –Ty Stranglehold (Hostage, hostagerecords.com)