Christmas Advent #13 – Don’t Forget The First One

As Dai Disco spent the weekend inside a barrel of Crumpton Oaks, emerging only to enter the wrong door and proceed anyway to empty the fridge of its cans like Phantom Phil on his way home from a bender, there was no number 12.

To more than make up for it, number 13 is a shit-kicking punk treat from San Francisco’s Joyride! Fuzzy guitars laced with razor sharp edges whip up a storm that stays with you like the cloud over Daffy Duck, spitting hail that cuts, scars, and has you endlessly coming back for more like morphine day in the surgery.