There’s a band that perfectly encapsulates the mean and dirty streets of middle Canada.

That freezing, Prairie capital of Winnipeg Manitoba that’s home to a busy art scene, abject poverty and brutal racism. The relief is in the waste. For all this there’s JUG. Take Flipper’s pace and Wiccans slow-burning ferocity and sear it to plastic. Here’s their 4 track debut of Hardcore Punk with nary a care in the world besides ensuring the liquor store is still open and the boss isn’t looking. If you ever need a soundtrack for when you feel that enormous zit on your back reach the aching stage. That one that you just can’t reach. The one that throbs endlessly until you’ve finally had enough and you scape your back against the sharp corner of a wall and feel it burst in a stab of pain and wet relief. Here’s an earful of Juno-worthy fury that you can turn on and smile, satisfied with yourself as the stain on your shirt turns yellow-y red and the staphylococ