If your town, like mine, has a bar/venue that someone converted from a doublewide trailer thirty years ago that supports live music seven days a week, then this compilation will make total sense to you. It’s like a love letter to your city’s nightlife, inhabited by every kind of storied band character imaginable. Psyche, soul rock, metal, indie twee pop, straight-up cock rock, an instrumental track for good measure, all wrapped up in a big rock’n’roll party burrito with stale beer sauce. Mind the bathroom, there’s pee on the floor and there’s a thin layer of white powder residue on the back of the toilet. –Matt Seward (Break-Up)