Epic songs; like a smelly, wet-with-reverb dog eating peanut butter off your post-mortem priapism. Highly recommended, especially if you didn't have to look up "priapism." Christopher Jackson
Before they became Kobanes, these Chicago Ramones-inspired poppy punkers formed this instro-surf band with a creepy, satanic theme and actually came up with twelve great, spooky instrumental surf tunes that transcend the schlock. Recorded in the Mecca of pop-punk, Sonic Iguana, by the Pope of pop-punk, Mass Giorgini ten years ago, then they broke up and none of us even knew about it until now. It's a very unlikely scenario, but hey, the devil works in mysterious ways. John Nunnally