A love letter to chaos, caffeine, and clunky tech. A monster built in a bedroom and defined a decade. Best enjoyed while chugging Code Red and pretending Gran Turismo is your real job….repetition as religion.

The Dukes speaking voice? Total Tom Hanks vibes. The band? Swinging hard enough to wrinkle their tuxedos. Is this album the jazz worlds Live Bullet - maybe…less beer, more brass. Proof that live albums always have their own magic.

If Rock discovered eyeliner, looked in the mirror and said, “yeah I’d date me”. Felt like the tracks were flirting with me and I liked it! Guitars fuzz, tambourines glitter, and a sax joins just because it can. Really enjoyed this album. One of those tapes you keep in the car for when the radio forgets how to have fun