More often than not, a good punk 7” is exciting rather than ambitious—a couple minutes of guitar-heavy aggression that generally stick to their lane. But Uranium Club don’t keep things simple with the A-side of their new single. “Who Made the Man?” opens with joyous, frantic punk that belongs in the same camp as their NWI punk counterparts or the band’s Lumpy Records labelmates. The sunny start doesn’t stick around for long, as a bit of wild drumming shifts them toward a dour churn. By the end of the song’s five minutes, it makes the long, gradual transition from upbeat punk jam to jagged, existential post-punk panic. They pose the titular question a few times (“Who made the man???”), and while their voices have this lighthearted nasal quality, it’s an interesting thought—how much of a person’s success is built from someone else’s work? “You tailored the suit/but I make the loot,” they sing, defiantly. As the song winds down, the band’s words fall away in favor of a whirring noise and the continuous ding of a bell. Maybe it’s a cash register—the unwavering sound of the service industry. The synthesizers bring in a psychedelic sci-fi quality. The song fades out after five minutes, but it’s easy to wonder how much longer they could’ve stuck with it—to continue pursuing different moods. The length of a 7” is finite, but punk rarely feels this expansive.