Stripped-down 'n' sizzling Garage Surf-Punk Rockabilly Trash! All the dots are reconnected and the brothers are back. During their long tenure in the wilderness, they have located a life-giving wellspring in Jersey tapwater. They also found it in the hum of a thrift store amps and emanating from busted car-door speakers. The Catalina's got a tankfulla gas and they have a pocketfulla cash. Put the top down, feel the wind and sun, point the nose towards "no particular place to go" and let 'er rip. As always, turn the volume UP.