Aside from a pair of split singles and some compilation tracks, this ep, so far as I can tell is the only other document of this stellar Redondo Beach, CA punk-pop franchise. Buford hurled a saccharine knock out not unlike Superchunk, but occasional inflections of All and the Descendents permeated their mid-fi mix to boot. A killer cannonball, one that the likes of the Get Up Kids would be bowling down our alley in a few short years. Unfortunately, what’s also killer is the amount of painful vinyl static, particularly on the crucial leadoff track, “Pedal On.” These songs deserve to be immortalized on CD, but short of that the best I can offer are modestly cleaned up MP3s. As a side note, "Slimy Record Label Guys" has a locked groove at the end, which I opted to fade out. Oh, in regards to the gentleman depicted on the left of the sleeve, I'm not aware of what his particular malady is, but it looks pretty damn excruciating.