This came out in 2004 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
They crank the Marshalls. Tromp the wah-wah and distortion pedals. Clonk the cowbells. Belt out the vocals. And barrel through half a dozen greasy, sweaty, garage-punk riff-fests that pack all the menace — and subtlety — of a busted bottle to the throat. If that ain’t Maximum RNR, I don’t know what is.
