Ever wonder what the Methadones might have sounded like without that luscious Mass Giordano production? That one is prolly just me, but Jacket Burner provides the answer. Ten blistering poppy punk songs (clocking in at a sprightly fifteen minutes) with absolutely zero interest in production value. But . . . if you buy vinyl you get both this album (on the A side) and the formerly digital-only album Terminal Depression on the flip. That there's a deal.

Jacket Burner Eat Shit + Die (Goodbye Boozy)

V. Tiers is the person solely responsible for this assault. There's some wonderful buzzsaw riffage, vaguely melodic vocals and some sort of percussion (which might be a drum machine). Given the utterly needle-pinning mix, it's hard to really get a grip on much more.

And that's just fine. Some people like this sort of base-level brilliance. And most listen for a couple seconds, crinkle their noses and move on. I'm one of the former, obviously. This stuff absolutely rips.

Mostly, this takes me back to the mid-90s when punk bands didn't mind catchy hooks as long as there was plenty of grime in the corners. Jacket Burner is full filth all the time. And a glorious pile it is.

Jon Worley