Listen. Stop typing up your super clever rebuttal to your racist uncle’s facebook post about super rich athletes and their hot takes on kneeling. Your racist uncle isn’t going anywhere. But Starter Jackets are going somewhere. And I don’t mean my parents’ closet where my late 90s Minnesota Wild Starter parka is collecting dust. I’m talking about the fine gentlemen that make up the mysterious and stealthily pop-friendly Starter Jackets.
If you’re an awesome specimen of a human being, you may remember that I covered them a few months ago in my Hidden Gems of Bandcamp article
Since then, the band has done some more recording, and it is absofuckinglutely fantastic. Starter Jackets fill a pop-punk new wave void that gives me more joy than three McDonalds breakfast burritos and a bottle of PowerAid after a whiskey hangover. Check out the only break you need below:
Add Star Fucking Hipsters to My Radar