A band who's earlier years are marred by extreme immaturity (which still continues along today in some form) finds grace on their self-depreciating 5-track EP The Longest Line. Aside for their Reggae parody in "Kill All The White Man", a humorous track, the first four deal with relationships, the pressure of being an average joe with a family, having shit luck. Recording quality is either lovably raw or awful depending on your musical discipline. The Death of John Smith is one of their more impressive songs, and inspired the first few minutes of The Decline. The Longest Line achieves some simplistic genius, with a chorus that's way more powerful than either Fat Mike's voice or that chord progression should ever be.
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