Country punk exactly between Dead Kennedys and Dead Milkmen. At points it becomes a bit more Zeke-style dirt rock than I personally prefer, but the parts where it’s chicken pickin’ kinda fucking rip. It sounds like the Wood Chickens know who they are and what they’re good at. I bet I couldn’t play this good of a show in Iowa. Flyover punk. Is that a mean genre name? –Gwen Static (Primitive Screwheads)