I hated living in Oklahoma, even more in retrospect than I did at the time, but I still retain a strange affinity for my time there. If someone asks where I'm from, I'll say Oklahoma. I lived in Texas first, I've been in California on and off for a decade or more, and I will always keep a piece of myself in Wisconsin...but still I will tell folks that I'm from Oklahoma. And still I hate it. Culturally void, arguably the most socially conservative state in the country, with little to fall back on but a history of white oppression and unemployment. But if I lived in Oklahoma, I would want to be in GRASSEATERS. If they already had a bass player, I would learn to play guitar (realistically, I would just encourage them to kick out their bass player, as the guitar has a lot of strings that I don't understand). Chaotic, forceful, fast, at times nonsensical, but always frustrated and fukkn pissed. This is just good hardcore music - the kind that makes you understand that someone really does get it, that you aren't the only one, that there are other people as completely disenfranchised by life as you are. That's what this tape sounds like.