If you think punkpop has driven every worthwhile idea into the ground, there are songs here so catchy and peppy you can’t help but dance around like a fool.
Short, fast, funny, breaking down more than an old Econoline, making you reach for the lyric sheets faster than your pants when the bathroom door opens.
Not only are there the standard big names and mediocre bands that the label wants you to know about, there’re some bands that you’d not expect to find here.
The liner notes say this was recorded in SF during the rainy month of Februrary ’99, so that might be an explanation for why this is such an uninspired record.