You, the people of garage punk rock and fucking roll, tend to be a bunch of poor, useless schmucks. The chances of you guys getting off your swollen mammoth nutsacks for more than the amount of time it takes to grab a pounder from the fridge is slim to none. It's safe to say the record stores can probably count on not seeing your face today, but don't let that drivel get you down. The Raw Nerves are here with the sounds to satisfy that insatiable appetite for fresh garage. So keep your wallet in those danky ripped jeans and snag some of this!