Ah, it’s the old “trick the reviewer by the look of your CD trick.” The dark cityscape and calligraphy style band title had me thinking I was about to venture into the territory of grouchy, growly metalihardcore. I couldn’t have been more wrong or more pleasantly surprised. The first song sounds as if you had Social Distortion getting wasted in the alley behind the club with Agnostic Front. Weird. After that early rough spot, it smoothed into good, if not standard, snotty punk that wouldn’t sound out of place on TKO Records. Soaring guitars + Piss + Vinegar = A good record to tip a few beers to.