One song seven inches never quite do it for me. It's usually not enough to sink your teeth into. You're either unimpressed and move on from a record or you're captivated and wish there were more to listen to. Having been already familiar with Means Jeans and their retardedly fun approach to punk rock (and life, for that matter) I was more than positive that I would not be let down by their tidbit. And yes, of course it's solid gold! Or maybe just armpit crust yellow that turned gold after the seventh or eighth binge drinking spree. Sounds so much like a Misfits song floating face down in a wading pool full of empty tall cans and Kool butts. Ace. Ottawa's White Wires were an unearthed treasure up until the minute I dropped the needle on their side. Basic, but not boring, mid tempo punk with a soft surfy vibe. Much more simplistic in style than Mean Jeans but still catchy as fuck. I've been picking up everything and anything with their name on it since then including a recently released LP also on the mighty Dirtnap. This picture you're looking at is of the cover to the Mean Jeans side of their split with White Wires but is of the version released on P Trash which features both bands covering each other's songs. Worth tracking down but not as essential as the Dirtnap version.
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