The Spits are already as ingrained in modern punk music as possible, yet still manage to devour the rip-offs and influence the youth of today without even looking like they're trying. Going strong now for over fifteen years, smashing the windows and tearing down the walls of our minds every time they roll through town, these truly vicious visionaries have cooked punk down to its most powerful base form, crawling like Neanderthals through the muck, and creating a flaming trail of hits that'll take quite a fit of dementia to ever forget. A perfect distillation of punk's original open-ended weirdness, and modern music's serrated salvation, here we have the third self-titled full-length album from a band that should be knifed, hung, and then shot for the aggravation. It's punk, it's rock 'n' roll, it's all about partying, having a great time, and fucking shit up. Originally released by Dirtnap in 2003.