Nov 02, 2010

For a band of thugs with a picture of their neck-tattooed selves giving mean faces on the cover of their album, their music sure is mushy. They put the brass knucks and blood-stained razorblades aside and decided to get misty eyed on this one, reminiscing about the old days and girls, but mostly the old days. Street punks get old too, I guess, and when they do, they break out the whoa-oh-ohs and wedge them between lyrics about remembering and redemption and change. If I labeled it emo street punk, I’d run the risk of them breaking out those brass knucks and razorblades again. But what else can I call it? Thugs and hugs? Yeah, that might work.

 –mp (Warbird Entertainment)