DIY

I first heard this record years ago at mike d's house and didn't think twice about picking up a copy for fifty cents. The music is pretty good, but the lyrical content is borderline hilarious. This maybe be the most PC whiny DIY focused record I've ever heard.
Do you ever meet people who are so into DIY that you can't hold a rational conversation with them? Well this record has that problem. It has no idea that you could give a shit about burning silkscreens or "supporting the scene". Even the cover is kinda bluntly ridiculous, this record is apperantly meant for everybody: dudes who like English hardcore and bikes, kinda Mexican looking dudes who like pizza, girls with pigtails that love cds, disembodied heads that like flashlights, peace punks that puke upsidedown, hipster nerds in pendeltons, hippies that eat fruity o's, just as long as you get everything out of the dumpster. If not, people will call you a poser behind your back. Apparently these bands found a magical dumpster that presses 7" vinyl records. If somebody sends me the lyric sheet ill shit myself.





DIY