Shark Pants - Automatic Pinner 7". Like being spun to a tizzy in a Saharan dust storm, or trampled to a pulp by a rabid herd of bison, these songs do not have your well-being in mind. This is what I love about punk rock from Tucson and especially their newest band Shark Pants... they sound give you: the noisy insanity of The Blacks, the trashy humor of the Weird Lovemakers and the sneaky, golden melodies of the Knockout Pills. Beyond all of this, Shark Pants seem to simultaneously explode and keep shit tight as hell. If I were to have to prove to god himself that rock was more powerful than religion, I would recruit Shark Pants to do the bidding. This single matches their live intensity perfectly.