Melodic punk from Ontario, Canada with high production values as has become the standard with Fat releases. The first song sounds dead-on like a No Use For A Name song who at one point sounded just like NOFX (I’m starting to see a pattern here). The rest of the album just seems to follow along with passionate vocals, anthemic choruses, and the occasional uneventful breakdown. However, I tend to prefer the more human-sounding bands who allow themselves to fuck up a drum part or forget a bass note to the ones who streamline the quality of their music according to mainstream standards. Needless to say, this album just wasn’t meant for a jerk like me.
–Juan Espinosa (Fat, theflatliners.com, fatwreck.com)