(Pelican Pow Wow/Total
Punk) If you put these 45s on a normal person’s jukebox they would break either
the machine or the dude’s brain. That’s because everything about these double
a-sides, from the “whoa whoa” chants to the anthemic drive to the heavy hooks
says “pure hits” but the recording, execution, and nastiness says “pure hits of
lethal street drug in a rusty needle bearing syringe.” The triumphant “I’m A
Big Boy” is almost poignant, while simultaneously celebrating the kind of
slurred indecipherable-ness that makes you uncomfortable because you don’t know
if alcohol or cerebral palsy (or both) are its source.
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