Wymyns Prysyn Waste Your Life
You can almost smell the damp twelve packs of cheap beer and cheaper weed in the two blistering basement show rippers on the Waste Your Life 7. Like they were dedicated to the incurably uncool, complete with taped-up glasses and busted-up Chucks, these tunes stand as an awkward monument to one of the last great apexes of DIY Atlanta punk.