The first album from Jersey’s best punk rock band since the Misfits is a non-stop sing-a-long. This is the music that goes straight to your heart and makes you want to swing your fists in the pit.

To me, The Bouncing Souls were a band that broke down the doors. Skinheads, ska kids, crust punks, indie rockers and casual listeners of underground music could (and still can) go to a Souls show and feel right at home, grinning ear-to-ear shouting “East Coast, fuck you!”

While I’ve been a Souls fan for years, I never heard this album cover-to-cover until today. There were a few gems I had never heard before that I think would get under my skin as deep as “Kate is Great,” “Cracked” and “Serenity,” but there will always be a few tracks that put me at Birch Hill or Klub Krome or the Stone Pony on a Friday night screaming my lungs out while running around in circles to the sounds of this band’s beats.

For anyone unfamiliar with (and I’m gonna go out on a limb on this one) the best punk band to come out since 1990 (tied with Dropkick Murphys) the self-titled album is a fantastic place to start.