Pistol Joke - We Just Shit

Superspeed punk bouncing up and down with drunken momentum. Fuzz cut with squeaks and packed with rough idiot force while impressionistic manglings of language scream at you. "Fuss in Drunk!! Kick you!!". "Broken English. Sorry..." reads the liner notes, not apologising however for breaking eardrums, reveling in its chaos, its broken music, toddler tantrums and beery confidence swirled together in simplistic noise and pogo-punk squalls. An abrasive idiocy constructed on a runaway train. "Non stop drunk punk!! Non stop chaos punk!!"