If your innards and dance floor are ready to rumble, then grab an earful of "Handjobs For The NRA". This tune is full of bang with a relentless bass that will send you straight to the commode with a 5 alarm fire in your pants. Grab your holster belt and fill it with extra toilet paper, and every time you hear that air raid siren, clench.

"Melktart Facemelt" tastes as good as the name sounds. Just like those popular chocolates with candy coated shells it melts your face, not your hands. Speaker freakers be warned of the extremely dope hip hop aspect to this grimey port-o-john jam. Break dancers be breaking a brown one off in the porcelain pew when this one breaks down. Ye be warned!

The third pile of steaming goodness "No Crapalous From Minneapolis", has a very nice shout to Chicago. Nate must have been impressed with the bathrooms here in Chi-town during his many visits (to the crapper). I would be too considering even the shittiest nightclub bathroom still has one of those dudes hovering ready to put soap on your hands and give you a piece of gum for a crappy tip. This slice really takes you back to the eighties with its upbeat guitar rhythms and undeniably catchy vocal.

The last roll of double ply, " No Crapalous From Minneapolis (Emil Lanne Remix)", takes a cleaner approach to this aural mischief. One listen to this jam and you can tell that Emil must have been potty trained at an early age and probably has a baday in his water closet. The production is clean as a whistle and is like having a shower after a really bad crap. The beats are creamy and bass line is soothing to that nasty dance floor indigestion. It is a perfect way to clean up such a nasty good EP. Make sure you read the warnings on the label and consult your physician before dropping "Gut Bombs" on a dance floor near you. Be prepared to watch an explosion happen on the dance floor. Hazmat suit may be required.