A little while back, my good friend Mack Slevin and I wrote and recorded a sort-of-punk album in my garage over the weekend. We drank a lot of bourbon, laughed really hard, and even got the cops called on us while we were recording vocals (the police told us they'd got reports of "prolonged screaming coming from the house next door"). Download the ensuing mess here and enjoy the giddily incoherent noise of two grown men being pushed down the stairs by their inner child.