UROK. Although not spectacular, points go to youthful enthusiasm and points are taken away for the “heard it many, many times before” factor. Oscillates between Mutant Pop’s punk (think descendants of the Queers and Screeching Weasel) like early Connie Dungs (with less lead vocal nasality) or early Automatics and transfers – screamier and thrashier – to Everready territory (dirty, drunk, wonderfully sloppy pop punk). It sounds like a band figuring themselves out. “Are we poppy? Are we harder?” and force is lost in not knowing. UROK (read as “you are OK,” not “you rock.” Damn license plate lettering.)

 –todd (GC)