Not sure why, but I’d always written these guys off as a bunch of crusties ala Fleas And Lice or some Dis-styled band. Pop the disc in the player and that idea is shattered in about six seconds flat—the intro could’ve come straight from the first Tragedy LP, and after that it’s just thirteen songs of rock-solid consistency: dark, bitter, and oh-so-catchy punk rock with a slight streetpunk tinge. Every song on here’s a keeper—they know when to overlay a guitar lead to accentuate, without strangling the rhythm section or turning the entire song into a Van Halenesque wankfest, the backing vocals aren’t overused, the shit’s simultaneously anthemic and mean as hell, and the production is even and crisp without being glossy. This one came out of left field and punched me right in the eye, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
–keith (TKO)