Every time I pop this one in, it completely changes my outlook on the day. The energy flies in the face of every aspect of this grim fucking reality, and I find a certain pep in my step...even if I'm not walking. Just the right amount of snot, just the right amount of hook, just hit after hit after hit. It's like an early '00s SOVIETEES / OBSERVERS fireball manifested as a battering ram trying to break down the wall to the new century. The jerky proto-robotic chorus of "Eat The Static." The simple stomp of "Ain't Gonna Make It." The addictive punk of "Pills" (pun intended). You've been warned, this fucker just won't quit.
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