Well on the downside, these guys are big on the ska punk trip. Their saving grace is that somehow they manage not to sound like total fuckin’ ninnies doing either. The lyrics indicate that circle-A ain’t merely a fashion trapping; their hardcore, while not blazing MDC-style ranting, is catchy and their use of ska to occasionally throw a wrench in the thrashing (occasionally mid-song) keeps ’em from sounding like so many nth-generation Operation Ivy Xerox bands. While the unfortunate cover of “Guns of Brixton” almost sinks ’em, the work they put in before that tune hits the speakers is more than worthy of attention.
–jimmy (Rodent Popsicle)