When women or turtles aren’t falling into John’s lap, he’s got someone out to get him. Appearances by Death, a very cute two-headed chick, and salty wit.
The anthems don’t sound dumbed down, the goofy butt-wiggling punk doesn’t sound contrived, the tenderness isn’t forced, and the party-hearty yahoo isn’t ironic.
Their hearts are in the right place (old school punk), but it’s hard to tell at a pass if this is worth the time. Fast and frantic punk, vaguely political.