Ever since my ear first caught “Double whiskey coke no ice,” I’ve loved Dillinger Four’s insightful vitriol, but after six years without a new album, they seem to have eased up a bit on their frequently delayed new opus, which is more than a little alarming. Sure, the long-awaited LP sports D4 hallmarks like songtitleswithnospaces and the odd imagery, but the affair is considerably softer than the band sounds at its best. The increased amount of melody allows the songs to grow catchier, but where’s that impassioned fire, that rabid spite from the force behind “New Punk Fashions for the Spring Formal”?
–Reyan (Fat)