MARKED MEN, THE: Self-titled: 7”

Cracklin’, crankin’ power pop punk in the vein of the Briefs (less bounce, more slash) – and I’m a fuckin’ sucker for it. In one ear, I hear a rusty scratch of an anxious voice and in the other, I hear a catchy, playful Saints back line, making the enterprise poppy enough for some warm pogoing and beer spitting, original enough so the shackles of the past are broken, barbed enough keep it from being wimpy, and gritty enough to believe it’s heart felt. High praise.

 –todd (Mortville)