Snotty, boisterous, and shot through with sunburns and slurpee. Takes me back to younger years when the rewards of skating outweighed the dislocated shoulders. If you’ve got a sweetheart, you gotta mixtape that “Ghost Eddy” right now. This is that thrasher zinfandel you’ve dreamed of.
Filed under: Arguments, Central Tagged: Hosehead Records, P.Trash Records, Pink Wine, Toronto
