While their demo from a while ago has been keeping afloat entirely on the strength of the majestic and ridiculous opening track Don’t Tussle With The Muscle, the Minneapolis group’s newest EP is a much stronger package overall, setting off three charges of heavily ’77-infused garage punk that is just about as simple and primitive as it could possibly get, yet perfectly functional as fun, dumb little rock’n’roll tunes, doing only the bare minimum and doing it right.
