Jamming this; Fist Pump! This is the *** that gets you nodding. Nothing like a bit of punk with a nice wash of fuzz to steer you through endless hours in the library, pouring over the history of the West Indies. Not sure how much this really has to do with my English Lit. course but I’m sure there’s something relevant, some tie-in. The girl in Paris is speaking to me on Facebook, timely distraction. She wants to meet me in London on the 14th. Hallelujah! Yes ma’am, I’ll be there 5 o clock sharp with the flowers and the piece of card with your name written on it. This is the sound of the American 90s …isn’t it? I’m not sure, it sounds very now, but maybe that’s because everyone wants to be J Mascis these days (or at least they should want to be). God these guys have some gusto; listen to that ***ing energy, ***. This *** ain’t half loud, I want it louder …goddamn play it louder. *** headphones, let’s bring the ***ing rock. Screw the pretenders. This is spirit. This is balls out, slamming the table, and doing the ***ing can-can rock and roll. This is all I want to listen to ever again. I don’t think I can ***ing stop.