Pretty straight ahead, somewhat poppy, middle-of-the-road punk that falls on the force scale of newtons somewhere between The Lillingtons and The Bodies. Thankfully, not so twinkle-toes poppy that I go into a diabetic seizure, but not heavy enough to insure that my Limecell discs will stay in their jewel cases. I would imagine that they’re much better live – where the music can grow teeth and back hair and take on an unrestrained feral energy. Not bad though. If there were such a thing as collagen shots for the testicles, I’d say these guys should get some. But if they’d just turn their amps up a bit more, I think we might have a winner.
–aphid (Scissor Press)