Fast, furious, and very nearly frightening Punk rock. From the sounds of things, the Candy Snatchers are not happy campers, and no amount of pilfered orange circus peanuts or gummy bears is going to cure that. In fact, the sugar rush seems to evoke pure ire, the results of which are burning, roaring guitars, drums that pound out the sound of reckless anger, and a lead singer who's been turned into an acid-tongued malcontent incapable of singing in any tone beneath a holler. Songs are slapdash affairs with adrenaline (or high fructose) kick starts that keep their dizzying pace from start to finish, firing off atomic fireballs of scorching Punk rock. Hits you where it hurts with the precision of a dentist's drill.