As trends in many punk bands would have us believe, as you get older you mellow out and stop being so damned angry. I never understood that because as we get older I tend to find more things to be mad about… In an angry, adult kind of way I guess. This release might be neither angry nor adult. Or it might be more both than we’ve ever been.. But it IS certainly seven songs with vague comments about “things”. It’s a years’ worth of superficial highs, and documented lows; written while stuck on the 401, crammed in airplane seats, stressing over work, losing sleep, and crying and embarrassing oneself in public. Adult things. ?We hope we’re still just like you.??

Kyle from Wayfarer mentioned the idea of doing a split LP and we jumped at the chance because an LP is seven letters better than an EP, and we did seven songs so it’s like… 77 … Like 1977 - which is the golden rule of punk rock! If you play these songs in reverse it either summons Joe Strummer or Paul Coffey. If it’s Joe he spits in your face and tells you to turn this shit off.

Also because Wayfarer are effortlessly amazing and will only continue to be so, we want to get on paper as being friends with them, and an album locks them in for life.

This is our first release with Dakota on drums. He came around at a particularly low point for us and picked us up not only with his awesome on drumming, but with his awesome attitude. What a guy.