As pretty much anything the Moncton, New Brunswick one-man-band TJ Cabot has done in recent years, this new EP after like a three-year break is yet another excellent burst of oldschool garage punk goodness, possibly the strongest thing they've done even and among the roughest sounding too once the melodic and absolutely brilliant opener Palm Stings is out of the way, when the remaining tunes take on a more primitive oldschool aesthetic that more than once recalls the proto- and KBD punk stylings of, say, Death, Pagans or Rocket From The Tombs.
