Masked Intruder’s execution is a no-brainer: super catchy pop punk with lyrically bittersweet subject matter and a colorful ski mask gimmick. The part I don’t get is why the first half of this record is as formulaic as a Good Charlotte / Sum 41 split when there’s some genuinely catchy shit on the latter tracks a la Television City Dream Screeching Weasel. It could also be that I’ve long since waved goodbye to my interest in this genre and am now left staring at it like a third cousin whose name I’ve only heard in passing and, in all honesty, have no interest in warming up to. In any case, Masked Intruder have already struck gold with Fat and no matter how I feel, their popularity will surely only increase, so more power to them. 

 –Juan Espinosa (Fat)