The perfect dunebuggy punk holiday for kicking sand in the face of 98 lb. weaklings and turning their goodie-two-shoes girlfriends into wanton go-go dancers.
Go back to the thirty-second song, then find your own identity. The Rydells’ Jimmy, Denny, and Billy write short enough songs, but repeat them into annoyance.
Ah, I love early and mid-’90s punkpop ala Screeching Weasel, The Queers, all all that bubblegum goodness. 1990’s punk pop ruled, and this is a good exmaple.