Judging by the cover alone, you'd guess these guys were going to shimmy and shake their hips all over the place. Luckily, such is not the case here. Chicago seems to continue to bless us with gifts in the form of bands who break up long before their due was given. Raw as fuck, bloody knuckle punk rock is what we are treated to on this start to finish full length gem. Lyrical diarrhea if there ever was such a thing but it complements the music perfectly. If I lived in Chicago, I'd buy these guys a round of beers and then stiff them with the bill. I'm sure they'd appreciate such dickhead behavior.
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