What is it that makes the Marked Men so great at what they do? Is it those bass lines that pop like an adolescent (read: pre-Guns N Roses) Tommy Stinson? Is it the way they took the bright, hooky guitars from the best late ‘70s power pop bands, axed the commercial rock tendencies, and then duct-taped them onto ninety-second punk rock songs? Is it the creative drumming that somehow never goes into Neil Peart territory? I don’t know. All I know is that they somehow found an untapped musical vein somewhere between Scared of Chaka and the FM Knives, only they’re better than both of those bands. And if you think that’s blasphemy, I’ll go one better and say that they’re the American Teengenerate.