Imagine a nation of Homer Simpsons slapping their millions of heads in unison, with the chorus “D’oh!” filling in the echo. That, my friend is the sound of people missing, quite possibly, one of the best, unheralded punk rock records to ever come out of the South (still). Imagine being hugged tightly in restraint, (with guitars and voice that seems to be singing directly to you) while the world is burning. Take all that wanky masturbation of people who can play their instruments and turn it completely inside out: music that displays more and more with each listen.