The ‘90s are alive everywhere and kids born in the last decade or whatever (they get younger each year) are obsessed with butterfly clips, impossibly wide-legged jeans and post-grunge alt — without ever worrying about dragging their hems through puddles or trying to score some weed off some dude with a broken pager.

Calgary’s No Brainer lived through the last decade before the Internet and perfected the sub-three minute street/pop-punk blast. Dead Weight is their sophomore full-length, a tightly-wound pogo pop of suburban bullshit and the excitement of crushing warm beers in the alley behind the venue — another dying art.