Right off the bat I’ll admit that this track isn’t the sort of thing you’d expect to see posted on a website with ‘punk’ in the name. But, that being said, the production and story behind this recording are both ‘punk as fuck’. This track (as well as the rest of the album) was recorded in the German duo’s motorcycle garage using only two microphones, with additional percussion coming from a rusty, old bike chain repeatedly being dropped onto a wooden platform. It doesn’t get much more DIY than that.

The song itself is fairly bluesy rock orientated but brims with punk ethos in that it’s overflowing with raw and real emotions, sung like there’s no tomorrow. Fynn & Philipp had met at a skatepark and discovered they were both fans of The Smiths, The Cure and Minor Threat to name but a few, so it’s not hard to see where the duo get their DIY ideologies from. Although The Picturebooks don’t play ‘punk’ by genre definition, they’re definitely ‘punk’ by attitude and this song demonstrates that as zero fucks are given.