The B-Side kicks it off with a anti-autobiographical (?) track "Surf Rock Band", which now that I'm hearing it is really big time rock under a haze of delay and lyrically they're picking apart the pathetic existence of said band. Big loose chords about too many drugs and touring, just pausing during the chorus to let Ryan in a falsetto give it to these guys one more time.
"Ghost House" continues the huge rock sound they've been building up on this side with a creepy hockey rink organ, more heavy riffage to cymbal crashes. They've steered way away from the gimmick B-movie sound and instead make this one a pure raw trash rock song, panning the wah pedal right before more head bashing. A trippy garage rock EP from one of my favorite cities...has everyone moved there yet? I bet they aren't going to miss the snow. Start staring at that sleeve before you drop out.
Get this one from the band direct, on their bandcamp page.