Making explicit the Oi!/gruffpunk connection that Arms Aloft just implicitly acknowledge, channeling Minimum Wage is a Gateway Drug and I Fit Central Heating equally, four songs of catchy, singalong punk rock. Shit Creek got Crimpshrine-grittiness, Mall'd to Death punk-sarcasm and echoes of the smarter-than-your-average-streetpunk Stockyard Stoics sound. Offering an update on Shanghai River's punk decrees on The Rules '012 and closing on the title track's waltzy bit of throaty cascading bar-room melancholy. The D4-skins.
