I picked this up and looked at the cover and groaned. “Oh this looks like it's gonna be some lame jock-metal hardcore.” But I put it on anyway because I had to, and then I was pleasantly surprised by the first song. "Oh cool, it's not so much straightedge-type jock metal. It's more like one of those clean-cut, nice-smelling, watered-down Tragedy rip off bands. This will be much more tolerable.” Unfortunately, that was just the first song. Within about four more tracks, the songs got less and less aggro and more like a football player trying to take my lunch money. By the end of it, I was ready to get a note excusing me from gym class. At least this band picked a fitting name.
–ben (Spook City)