Ladies and gentlemen, your next favorite arm-in-arm, raised fist, drunken sing-along: Success. Having spent the last few years paying their DIY dues in the Pacific Northwest, these Washingtonians have finally been called up to the (Orgcore) big leagues for their first release on Red Scare. Toby Jeg has been heartily talking up these guys since the release announcement, and with good reason. This album’s an instant posi-punk classic.

The first 20 seconds of the first track, “Believe In,” produce an immediate wave of nostalgia; I’m back in my teens, listening repeatedly to Hello Rockview. In fact, most of Radio Recovery could easily be some secret, hornless Less Than Jake album recorded in the early 2000s. The music is fast, the chord progressions are pleasantly familiar, and vocalist Aaron Rev even sounds like a pitched-down Roger Lima. But instead of being drenched in Vinny Fiorello’s alcoholic misery and lyrical fascination with teenage drama, the message is pure, unadulterated positivity.

Songs like “Lives that We Deserve,” “Head for the Hills” and “The Impossible Truth” are steeped in working class optimism. Despite "working these hands until they hurt" in shitty dead-end jobs, Success reminds you that you can always dig your way out. Radio Recovery is an album that makes you want to quit your job, or at least not let it crush your soul. “Resignation” and “Nowhere Kids” are celebrations of small town escape. Like many, Success came from stagnancy, and this record is an ode to glorious flight and the fight against unrewarding jobs.

Every song is an anthem, with big hooks and instantly memorable melodies. There are definite connections to the pop-punk purity of Broadway Calls, mixed with a little Red City Radio grittiness. Some of the lyrics and song structures could easily sound generic if they weren’t so universally relatable, rousingly hopeful and undeniably earworm catchy. In an increasingly unpleasant world for the working class, this is the necessary positive call-to-arms. Whether you’re driving to a job you hate, feeling stuck in your hometown, or just in need of a great chorus, this is where your recovery begins.