What shines out on this one is “Drop of Water,” a swamp rock fuzzy-voiced bit of LSD-soaked country twiddlings. I’d buy an entire CD of songs like that.
These Canucks were always the quintessential skate-punk band for me and my friends in the ’80s. It’s hard to believe they’re still doing the same thing.
Circle Jerks are back. They’re loud, want to destroy everything and they still have that endearingly crappy recording quality. You’re punk, here’s your check.
Besides putting out one hell of an EP, you cannot afford to miss Cast Iron Hike live. I’ve seen them four or five times, and they just keep getting better.