I put this record on expecting to enjoy some awesome tunes while I did other things. Instead, I skanked so hard I scared my furniture.
This album doesn’t ease you in—it kicks the door open wearing combat boots, throws a horn section at your face, and tells you to pick it up. Within 30 seconds I was bouncing around my living room like I’d just been given a checkerboard tie and a vague sense of rebellion.
The guitars are sharp, the horns are unhinged, and the energy is pure “we’re having fun whether you like it or not.” I tried to stand still. Impossible. My legs activated on their own. I don’t even know how to skank properly, but my body was like, “Relax, I watched a documentary once.”
This is the kind of record that makes you want to start a band, quit your job, and then immediately start another band just to argue about tempos. Every song feels like it was recorded five minutes before a show and ten minutes after someone yelled “ONE TWO THREE FOUR.”
I now believe I could survive a basement show with no AC and one bathroom. Also I may have pulled something in my knee. Worth it.
10/10. Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up. 🏁🎺
