Toronto punk’s six-track follow-up to 2019’s Morbid Stuff, composed largely of outtakes from the recording sessions for that album. Like a highbrow version of the cartoon pop-punk that Fat Wreck has been peddling-out all these years, only lots better… with diaristic lyrics, all about struggling through life’s endless demands, straight from the Jawbreaker/Alkaine Trio guide book; and a heap of Grandaddy meets Iron Chic tunes, that never seem to dry-up, (ooh, I’ve just realised, one of the songs is indeed a Grandaddy cover… that explains it.)