This is one of the albums that, once it’s on, I don’t touch it. I like every jam on here and can just let it play from start to finish without skipping any tracks. Rumor has it that the band was practicing at one of the member’s parents’ house and someone’s dad yelled down the stairs for them to stop making noise and called them dirty, rotten imbeciles afterwards, thus giving them a band name.
If you don’t like hard edged punk rock-hardcore-metal-type- music then you should just skip this one and wait for my next Crate Confession. I really don’t have much more to say about this record besides I love it. If I was dating two girls and had to pick one, I’d date the girl that had D.R.I. in her record collection of her own accord. She would say something cute like, “You ever heard of D.R.I.?” Then I would say something not as cute like-“You ever have sex with all the lights on with D.R.I. playing in the background?”
Later and don’t be a hater