Track 7 onward (going by the current track listing of the 1989 release) is pure bliss. The gloriously shoddy production quality as Penelope Houston's majestic yelp of freedom and youth is so charmingly coated in a layer of warmth. Greg Ingraham's guitar licks help add a personality, while maintaining raw energy. Barely at all restrained in following the usual "punk" pattern when it comes to delivering most songs, both the guitar work and just the music as a whole. What drags it down, for me, would be how some tracks can stray a little in a generic "punk" sound. Most of the first 6 tracks I can find a little cringe-inducing. Go to Penelope Houston's official website to get yourself a copy, they've been screwed over by various labels for far too long.
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