If you don’t think this record is great, you’re wrong. It caught my ear upon its arrival when my family had cable and Fuse still played music. I was a tenth grader with Dashboard Confessional, Finch, and Thursday in my CD player when I first saw a crazy music video by a bunch of moptops called Hot Hot Heat playing a song called Bandages.

Its frantic energy was unlike anything I had ever heard, expressing its emotion and frenzy through rhythm rather than angst. Hearing that idea stretched out through an entire album was even more spellbinding. The band played with the same electricity as the classic rock demigods of old, even to the point of employing a Hammond organ for nearly every song. The lead singer barked and yelped like Mick Jagger with the frenetic cadence of David Byrne leading the band like they were a circus act. It was mesmerizing. And eleven years later, it stands tall on its legs of passion and rhythm next to records like Turn on the Bright Lights and Is This It? as a proud and worthy member of the post punk revival of the early aughts.