Four punk thrashblasts on a colored-vinyl 7" 33. What's not to like? For some in the Boston scene, that would be the part of the lyrics sheet shown. Stuff like "I love pizza more than my mom" was taking the piss out of pizza thrash at a time when people weren't sure that pizza thrash itself wasn't itself an ironic pisstake. Later events have vindicated the band more than their detractors -- and anyway, if you haven't thrown a pizza around in a moshpit in someone's basement listening to a band like this, what the hell did you do with your years of immaturity exactly?
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