Sneering vocals, chugging guitars with simple, catchy lines that are too raw to be sweet, and drumming that sounds like there’s an octopus behind the kit.
With 14 songs in 23 minutes, it’s pointless to do a song by song, and the distort-o-rama kinda runs together into one glorious ass-ripping grrr blur anyway.
While this Canadian trio has only been touring since ’94 (in their chicken and egg costumes), their debut 15-song CD is a solid collection of punk ditties.