"ramshackle,raucous,raw. the three r's." Pope John Paul announced this into his microphone after hearing this album at some event in 1983. All I hear is four snot-nosed punks putting their lives on the line in some doomed attempt to save rock & roll from 1980's Sting and his wretched Police.

this music is so vacuous it almost breaks you heart, but it sounds so F-ing good. "baby I dont care" is one of the most nihilistic bubble gum songs of the 1980's.

the fall do it all. If the glove don't fit brothers and sisters then you must definetly aquit

Just for this, I hope J.D. salinger croaks.

wow after listening to this album i was like wow this is amazing I've never heard this before,then that baby boomer from Modest Mouse came into my room and was like "uhhhh(sarcastic uh) yes you have."

this album puts me to sleep. all right you got a formula great how about some songwriting, although I do like that button song.bottom line if the white stripes really are the de rigeur of modern rock how come all them songs sound the same, and how come that dude wants to be a bad-ass dandy?what is a bad-ass dandy? who took all my stolen candy.(15 second guitar solo)man these things just write themselves

Paul westerberg has finally carved himself out a nice little niche. His Grandpaboy disc is almost as good as Pleased to meet me. Which is pretty f--king good.

This album is a hum dinger. One of the best albums of the 1980s.

Really really fresh. Kind of like Slint meets the DB's.

Not bad, but not particularly amazing either.The songs don't really distinguish themselves from each other, and Pernice's voice is way too mannered.