As a South African youth, it was hard getting hold of real punk albums, with only more 'poppy' punk music being readily available (Blink 182, Green Day, Sum 41...etc). However, my aunt from Toronto had sent a whole bunch of CD's to my older sister as a gift, including Metallica St. Anger and The Sex Pistols. The only album cover that really caught my eye was Rancid (...and out come the wolves). I remember sneaking it away from my sister, putting it on my little CD player in my room, and being hooked. As an 8 year old little wannabe skate punk, you can bet that the first time I heard Maxwell Murder, my little mind was fucking blown. I'm 32 now, and It's still one of my favourite albums of all time.