“Nothing like a carb-load Italian pre-show feast and table wine to grease the gears of some live action in Fidenza, Italy. A land-locked classico right where you would pinch to hike up the boot. A club packed tight with handsome men and women abused by sonic marauders.

“Have you seen Uranium Club live? No? Drop everything. They are complete-package slayers. Watch-works drummer power, shred-haired bass magic (glasses flying), ripped twin guitar flexing on nerd beach, vocals poured through the skylight into your e-holes and over your thought center, sunglasses all around: fucking hypno-wheel.

“Tough, smart, and wiry, midwest exploded all over the globe. Minneapolis, a city known for producing the best, has taken no nap on these young men: the driest tone, the snappiest hooks. They are simply great and this recording captures a particularly good night. They shred ‘til everyone’s dead, including a nine-minute jam, god help us.

“Here’s something to make you feel good about the world, to know that we have extended a strong art-handshake to our brothers and sisters in Italy. Vivia l’italia! Ciao, bella.” —John Dwyer