Instrumental Michigan garage rock, played ineptly, on a record that until it appeared on eBay I had never even heard of.

Just. My. Style.

They're probably teenagers, if not younger, and the band hits that sweet spot of just going for it, not worried about their lack of technical prowess. I could listen to this stuff all day long and not even begin to tire of it. I'm unsure what exactly that says about me anthropologically, but it's probably Crypt Records fault.