Vinyl LP pressing. Seth Sutton has been ripping the shit out of terse Telecaster- sharp riffs and Devo-indebted angular rhythms with Useless Eaters since the dude was 18 years old. A young protégé of Jay Reatard, Sutton's home-fried concoctions are sharp, corrosive mini-masterpieces that drive you to flick cigarettes and push strangers. Psycho-sexual, serrated vocals; thin, acidic guitars; rubbery bass and hot-to-tape traps lather the whole disc. Sutton delivers a really ripping crew of tunes this time around, kicking off with the supremely heavy 'American Cars' and not letting up 'til the side break-these are glass-crunching gems with just the right amount of crud to cut your lip a little. A great alienated vibe flows throughout, along with some really sticky melodies, too. Going out under the neon tonight? Take this with you.