Notes: With a line up larger than some of the crowds they've played to this assemblage of polka punks flat out polkas. Grab some schnitzel, a few brauts and a tankard of the finest brew on tap and come dance with me. Not as rough as the cover photos would lead one to believe, the music here is pretty standard polka fare (for a lad who grew up in the polka infested Pennsylvania mountains). There are a few punk tinged elements, but if you slip this on all the old folks will be out there kicking up their heels an will never notice the large people making the music. Reminds me of weddings and graduation parties back east. Wonderful cover graphics/photos make me want to fire up the turntable, move the furniture out of the way, grab a brew and dance up a storm. Click on the note attached to the poor soul's head to see the text. And here's a link their most exalted site, stop by and tell'em Tralfaz sent ya. Polkacide Home.