We line the streets with soldiers. We arm them to the teeth under the guise of our protection. What the hell have we unleashed? Why do they need cannons and heavy artillery? Dysfunctional spoiled cops, they know that you should die for B&E. Iron fists, the pigs are pissed. It's hard to tell what for. But the surveillance state now goes both ways. Our smart phones they abhor. They'll kick your ass for going fast and search you without cause, and heaven help you if you've got some cash. They'll seize it just because, because they can. Don't let them in. Never let those fascists search your car. I know it seems there's nothing we can do. But I'm here to tell you, friend, have courage. The fight is far from through. Stand your ground and learn your rights. Transparency only works when we're educated and wield it to stay free. Too many opportunities for corruption. Stifled checks trashed by group-think and fraternity result in this type of disruption, where fear of crime and terror lead to bullshit stop 'n' frisks and unarmed black kids shot dead in the streets we line with soldiers....
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Energetic DIY skate-punk, it's over before it's barely begun; yet crams more hooks into a collection of two minute sonic blasts than most pop acts could manage with double the running time. Tristan
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This album is Rock solid and razor sharp. There is no fucking around here, this band knew exactly what they wanted to do and they exicuted perfectly. Everyle single song is a ripper and every single song has some catchy or memorable part that gets stuck in your head for days.
I turn this album on full blast and dance around my living room with my 4 year old daughter and 1 year old son. R. Slom