So what? It’s a CD, with all it’s limitations. Even so, this is a gloriously pure recording, no cuts whatsoever- the tape just runs.
The band jumps out of your speakers, with Dave Yow’s inimitable between song patter launching another precision barrage from easily one of the most consistently lockstep bands ever to hit a stage.
Truest evolution of punk energy into controlled demolition, Dave taunting the Damned (headliners), the nyc rock stars in the audience, using the uncomprehending smattering of claps at the close of a song like nitrous fuel for the next.
I saw ‘em no fewer than 6 times, and when I’m 80, it will probably best describe the zeitgheist of those times AND those moments.