Anarchy-acid trio’s latest EP is as nonstop and boomboxed as we’d hoped it be with a title like ASSCOP. Oakley’s vocals sound cooped up, pilled out, and chicly lazy, which is a rad antidote to all the idiot divas out there emoting through the motions. Chopped Ramones samples, plastic drum machines, and braindead basslines morph and mutate into ectoplasmic block parties. Hilarious buttcheek artwork that’s way 2 cool 4 middle skool. Only 3 in stock!