From the silhouetted, scoped rifles on the cover, to the title, to the band name, to the ominous riot cop with big teeth artwork on the insert, I was expecting anti-authority crust metal, something in line with what Profane Existence puts out. Not even close. Picture early Screeching Weasel: super snotty vocals that you’d swear were Ben’s at times, but they’re more political than mainly dealing with teenage fuckup-isms and fueled by less happy-sounding guitar work and you wouldn’t be too far off. Actually, it’s quite enjoyable, catchy, sneaky, and solid pop punk.
–todd (File 13)