"young guns from Northwest Indiana playing early Dischord Records riffs
the way they should be played; with absolutely no regard for anyone. In a
(literal) state of Neo-Nazis, economic collapse, and no future, these
four teens are writing music that reflects the fact that while some kids
are growing up looking at Facebook and a college education, the land
that America forgot is raising children destined to a steel mill that
will be closing before they are even old enough to drink. No hope, no
future, oi, oi, oi?"
"The Big Throbbin’ Zit's first fit. BZ has spent months and months honing
a craft that the big-city, shitty-kitties can only grasp at, all so
they can deliver to all you true believers the most ragingest,
rockingest, ass-shakingest rekkid sure to drop this year. At least
until their next opus."