Milwaukie's finest, wonderful blend of power pop, garage and punk rock 'n roll, grabbing hold and never letting go, holding on like a leather-coated hug under the netless basketball hoop by the open door of your crush's garage, the bassline coming in like the dribble of a Spaulding, full of grit and shine, emery cloth buffing out the fender on your old El Camino, gray primer and cherry red, tar-stained snow at the edge of the asphalt, warm spring sun reminding you of summer coming, Blatz-stained beach towel on the beer-tab shores of Lake Michigan, Bubble Yum soaked in Kickinnic Whiskey, Briggs & Stratton rhythms scenting the air with gasoline and oil, snapping and napping in the arms of your main squeeze. Rust belt beauty.  -- winch (green noise records)