This is coming from a few weird directions at once: '90s grunge pop, Boston-y sing-along street punk, and a little bit of Turbonegro's purposely obvious hard rock like on their last record. Oh yeah, and Mike Ness' scab-pickin' lyrics about "[having] nothin'" and "Bruises to Prove It" and shit like that. Points added for titling a song and penning a chorus based on a line from Ned Flanders' dad: "We've tried nothin'?and we're all out of ideas!" and then immediately deducted for making it not funny. Anthony Bartkewicz
–guest (Ready-Wear Ltd., www.luxurypushers.com)