Rapid fire chord progressions, and flashy twin lead guitar fills squeeze every last ounce of OI(!) out of two minute tirades bent less on preaching from the political pulpit and more on… well whatever else a title like "Anne Greebie" or "Wolverine" might suggest, but we know we're patriotically-driven when the last charter for the "U.S." sets with the minute and a half closing! That's "U.S. Or Bust." But fuck it, we're going fast, playing loud, and for the first in a long time, there's no digging in the lint filled empty pockets of the leftover seventies' where everyone and their grandfather who isn't parading around in a pair of vans, glasses, and text books yelling "Buy our album, we're Punk," is a ripped jeaned Stooges freak with an MC5 revivalist tag peelin' a few layers down the hippie highway… Nothing wrong with it but it just signifies how little attention is given to the mighty mouths of the golden age who fought the laws, lived in vans, and rode the crowds only to be shit-canned by the very scene they once fueled and lost favor for once the camera started rolling. 

So "Heathen Radio," Daycare Swindler's fourth record since their mid-90s gathering, is about thirty minutes worth of all those bands with a likeness of today's no bullshit 100 proof purists - Anti Heroes, Niblick Henbane, Oxymoron, The Forgotten, et al… a Youth Brigade cover, and the undoubted eternal ire of their local college station manager. Write 'em for song lyrics or questions about their goofy band name or to tell 'em DC Rocks! or something: [www.dcswindlers.com]