No Love’s explosive debut LP, Choke On It, has been simmering in a centrifuge and wastes no time hurling potently packed punk rock nuggets at the listener. Clocking in 13 songs at 21:12, it’s a furious listen. To quote Daniel, “We’re vicious editors. It’s like we write in a subtractive method, gradually removing everything that feels cliche, boring, or otherwise less than 100% awesome until the songs are distilled down to their essence.” This “all killer, no filler,” approach whittles away the straightforward Circle Jerks foundation, and layers Die Kreuzen-esque skittering leads that marathon like Death Side solos – all with the tightly-wound discipline of Minor Threat. Couple that with malaise over bad television: “Feed me those dripping words / Those saccharine lines that make me wanna hurl / My body gets wider / My brain gets duller / But I need the drama / Like I need water.” Put that in your pressure cooker and smoke it. At this point, the punchy cover of local breakouts ISS’s “Back Taxes and Anaphylaxis” is just gravy.