Yesterday, Aja and I were going on about the beauty of the 7" format. It's compact, yet big enough to boast cool cover art; two songs is an awesome way to experience a band's in-your-face power, etc. Anyway...our talk pushed me into spinning one of my favorites of last year, Pissed Jeans' "Don't Need Smoke To Make Myself Disappear" b/w "Love Clown" Pure power dirt from my homestate of Pennsylvania! This is what's great about kids from weird parts of the country discovering punk rock. They take all that ugliness, decay, boredom and drunkenness, and wind it all up into a tight fistful of grunt n' roll. Heavy! Dig these lyrics about working in a restaurant and hating the customers: "Lunchtime filling up the booths with four/Friends tryin' not to use their ties as napkins/I bet this guy's gonna order the number five/I was right/And those shoes are tight/They must be new, I wouldn't mind if you tripped in a puddle or two!" Fuck yes. Reminds me of The Dicks, and takes me back to my days slinging hushpuppies at Long John Silver's and deep frying coleslaw for fun. Oh, and shooting mounds of dried batter out of a Shop-Vac at parked cars. Can't wait till the Pissed Jeans full-length lands this summer.