If you’re looking for boundless enthusiasm, look no further than a high school band—kids are always going on about why school sucks, or why dating sucks, or why dating at school sucks, but they’re always doing it in rocktacular fashion. Okay, that was all a lie, since no one under the age of 18 seems to even listen to anything with guitars anymore (and no, Hoobastank and Nickelback don’t count), but it wasn’t so long ago that you could rely on high school kids to play their instruments really well—and by really well, I mean fast and loud and stuff.

The Rondelles are the archetype for “awesome high school punk band” in that they sound like lots of stuff you’ve heard before. Think Joan Jett. Or, if you must, the Donnas. Or hell, think Pacific Northwest indie, because really that’s what the Rondelles are (never mind that they’re from New Mexico and now live in DC). Everything that matters is perfect: they’re fun, they’re sassy, they love the organ and they’ll blow your riot-grrl-lovin’ ass out of the water after you’re done dancing. I highly doubt the Rondelles are still together now, which is a crying shame—just as with really early Dear Nora or Tiger Trap, the world grows a little colder with the passing of every band like the Rondelles.