Look at that tape cover. No, really. Just look at it. What kind of music do you think would greet you on a tape like this? The color of that paper looks like a tea-dyed white shirt that some punk wore on 8 cross-country freight train trips. A finger on a hairy hand is jabbing itself into a urethra. It's the kind of drawing you'd find on the kitchen table the morning after your roommates kept you up all night while they were blacked out on Four Loko.
VIOLATIONS are just simply punk. No sub-genres. Just six ugly blasts of music that clock in around 10 minutes with one of those singers who sounds like a wild ox. Like, he probably couldn't carry a tune to save his life, but he could throw me through a plate glass window for pointing that out. You know what I mean?
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