Our favourite Trash-Pop-Punkers are back with their second longplayer! The guys still kick and spit in all directions, know what to tell and back up their speeches with their own hectic pace, which they have cultivated over the years like no other. Garagepunk with NDW-edge, 77s with Asselpunk-bonds, sometimes in German, sometimes in English that stinks of Zack Zack, Toyotas, Napoleon Dynamite and Dean Dirg, but also comes along with an enormous personal responsibility. In spite of all the snappiness, you can always tell that the guys have become older and more mature, at least a little bit when the breaks start and thoughtful to threatening guitar parts come into play time and time again. The development sometimes even reminds me a bit of the Red Dons, whose Daniel Husayn is responsible for the production in his North London Bomb Factory, by the way.
