Not sure how they pulled it off, but these Winnipeg rockers managed to inject keyboard driven juvenile punk into blistering hardcore. There are no keyboards, and these folks are surely not juveniles, but somehow this feels like a group of hopeless teenage bedroom punks in front of a laptop making the most excellent hardcore record you've never heard. For those not yet versed in the language of my cryptic accolades, these are all compliments. Driving and vaguely off putting hardcore punk from the Canadian plains, DEAD DOGS didn't go to the prom, they spent that night making music instead. It was the right decision. Don't know anything about this band except for this demo, but this demo rules, so it's enough.