More Michicagn emo! That's what I need at the moment, and No Problemo! (out of Lansing), wet behind the ears, and with a Spanish 101 under the bench-seat in their van, are fit and decorously determined to deliver. Year Of The Frog is the group's debut EP, hopping up to snag the spotlight a full 6 years after the band formed as a result of a friendship kindled on r/emo.* Their six-song seminar on living your best life, vengefully, and spitefully, online and otherwise, is light enough in tone to float on a lily pad without sinking into the mire below, remaining buoyant while not neglecting substance in terms of lyrics and managing to supply some incredibly crunchy riffs, all of which crinkle and pop deliciously, like deep fried bullfrog served up as the premier repas at a greasy French eatery. The gang gets twinkly on the ruefully optimistic opener "Gas Station Joe Jonas" and follows it up with the slingblade guitar sway of "r/Emo Drive," a quiver of cyanide-laced best wishes unleashed to rain down on a deserving pariah (or just some subreddit mod). The rhythmic interplay on "On My Glob" is easy to get tangled up in, even while the vocals steep you in a dint of bile and top-shelf vinegar. The chaotic energy of the prior track is a fair counterweight to the grungy, second-stringer angst and pushy reverie of growing pains embodied by the simply titled "MVP." The penultimate number, "twitter is a beautiful place & i am no longer afraid to die" is nothing if not grandiose- following a brief prolog of spoken word poetry it confronts the listner like an emphany upon realizing that they've been stood up on a date, causing a whole universe of aniscedents to converse on a single painful point of clarity, while managing to wind us up perfectly for the bubbly, down-and-out closer, "Mr. Pibb Ain't Quite Flyin' Off The Shelves, Todd," a track which match the vehemence of it predecessor as it hauls ass all the way back to twinkle-town, a return to the starting line of the EP that nips at its own toes, demonstrating the band's flexibility one last time by tying the album into a proper em-roboros.