Wonderfully shambly shaggy little punk record, with all that scratchy energy and tripoveryourself chug. The weird thing, and the reason it has that "indie" tag down there, is the singing - more Surfer Blood soaring than punk barking // shouting -- heck, Pinkerton got nastier than this ever does. It's actually pretty damn melodic, offseting all that undertuned bristle in the backdrop.
Electric, noisy buzz that goes down damned easy 3.5/5
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