FRANTIC! EXCITING! NON-THERAPEUTIC!

This L.A. band runs circles around all the rest of the pussucking, starstruck Surf City swill breeds, and I�m not talking airheaded null-sets the likes of GoGo�s or Blasters or semi-related powerpop/rockaboogie yuk. Black Flag, X, Angry Samoans—forget it, they all stink. Fear�s got the message and it sticks out like a sore thumb caught in the chainsaw of life.