p-biters' second and final recording, this time a five-song ep of MONUMENTAL proportions. or just a pile of sparkling mud-punk from some dudes pretending to be more talented and smarter than they were and fooling no-one.
more than the sum of its parts? well, it'd be hard not to be with these losers. along the lines of the good grunge-era punk bands (derelicts, pipe, seaweed) and if it weren't fer the staggers (and, later, smashysmashy) the most misogynistic columbus bullshit this side of ron house's feverdreams. recorded another ep (it's pretty country, what) before we (yeah, like, sorry) stopped doing anything. insufferable.