It is very possible that many of you will not bother listening to this tape because you are not already familiar with DEAD ENDS, or perhaps because they are from Philippines instead of some hotbed of punk brilliance like England or Sweden. Maybe this 1986 tape from a country ravaged for decades by war and imperialism (Western and Eastern) just doesn't interest you, and that's fine - but it makes you a jerk. I'm not one to point fingers or call people names, but every person who reads this and does not choose to listen to the music to which I am referring is a jerk. Not a douchebag or an asshole or a pig or even a bad person...just a bit of a jerk. At least for today, tomorrow you can be swell again. DEAD ENDS will likely never be emblazoned across the backs (or sleeves) of the cool kids leather jackets, but these songs are earnest punk at its finest. There is a distinct DEAD KENNEDYS vibe, especially with the vocals (despite the singer's plea: "I don't wanna sound like Jello Biafra" - I guess someone mentioned the similarity after the release of their first tape), the whole cassette pulls liberally from catchy '80s California shits and the result is top quality punk. Awesome stuff, and while it's possible you might not agree with me, it's also possible that you are jerk. If you aren't a jerk, then clearly I am referring to someone else.