I certainly loved the shit out of Weekend's Sports album of last year - it made my top ten even. So when these crazy kids claim the end of times, its time to take note. Even if its only their new 7" single. This offers a more indie rock element to their scuzzy, wall-of-offensive-feedback post punk malaise, yet is all the more infectious because of it. The San Fran trio are intent on owning this godforsaken bit of rock before the Rapture arrives - whenever the hell that will be - and I for one couldn't be happier.