THE SPITS are unfaltering and punk. They are a punk band - stalwart, veteran, and free range, with succinct, bowed up songs that hurl out dialed in dump trucks of sound waves. Theirs is a wily, unpolished, penetrating vigil to rock and slab like guitar chords. Through the years, the Spits have remained loud, fast, constant, and heaving. They are guaranteed. If music were a body-building contest in the final round, where the contestants are out there flexing as hard as they possibly can for the judges, the Spits win easy. They’re the contestant who’s more ultra ripped, more gleaming, more huge, and more confident. The Spits are out there smiling naturally. The other guys are shaking and quivering and forcing their smiles because they’ve been flexing for five hours. The other guys have fake tans. But not the Spits. The Spits could flex all day no problem. The Spits are Mr. Universe.