Rock n' roll. That pretty much sums up the Utters. If you've never listened to them before, inserting this album will give you that chill you used to get opening presents on Christmas morning. The Utters fuse bay-punk riffs with street punk-attitude, mixing in the occasional country-western and rock-a-billy influence. Think: Social Distortion meets One Man Army.

"A Juvenile Product..." is nothing less of perfection. 16 blazing tracks that have you screaming along, without skipping through a track. Although the Fat-Wreck overproduction quality is present, the Utters manage to maintain the rough and jagged sound they have come to trademark.

To sit and list the best songs would be pointless. Every song is incredible. The only comment I will make about and individual song would be 'The Next In Line", which most of you may have previously heard on a Fat Comp. If not, it begins with an acoustic intro, a-la-GNR, then explodes into uptempo riff and chorus, slows down again with another mellow guitar solo (once again I'm feeling GNR here) and then, BAM! Right back at your ass.

Buy this album. Steal your friend's. Just keep your grubby little mitts away from mine.