I said pretty much all I can say about JFA here, but I might as well recap. JFA skated and played punk songs about girls and beer and skating. However, unlike other "skate bands," they played really well and their knowledge and appreciation for music of all kinds helped inform an eclectic sound all their own, topped with Brian Brannon's hoarse and desperate wail. This was their magnum opus and their second full-length LP, sometimes called Untitled, sometimes called JFA. It's a weirdly dark record to come from a bunch of sun-drenched skate rats from Scottsdale, Arizona. If you have never heard this or haven't in a while, I strongly urge you to. It's brilliant and I hope it won't be forgotten as it has yet to be reissued on any format. Why?