The stegosaurus left him for dead, because he didn't eat meat.
Then the Allosaurus came along, and discovered the tasty treat.
Another dinosaur joined the feast, I couldn't believe what happened next
I watched in horror as they were eaten alive by Tyrannosaurus Rex!

That pretty much sums it up, kids. Silly lyrics over Ramones-style three-chord punk. So many leather jackets. A song about dinosaurs, a song about moshing, a song about Peavey amps, all awkwardly rhyming and distorted. With some good connections, Captain Crunch could have been on Lookout! or another early 90's east bay label, but alas, they were basically self-released and the only reason I have their record is because I was briefly in a band with the guitarist. Very nice guy. Stood up for me when I sucked at playing hardcore punk beats and when I got kicked out for playing drums too emo. But this band is too high school for me, now that I'm old. Fun, upbeat, but I'm working too hard on being cool to tell you that you really missed out by not listening to this band in 1992. There are plenty of other bands just like them that will suffice.

If you like this review, you can buy me a coffee.