MONS, THE: Self-titled: LP

Fuck, I really want to like this. Everything about the music is great. Kind of poppy but with plenty of balls. Good songs with good melodies, hooks, tons of energy, and interesting song structures. In some spots it gives me a Marked Men Ghostsfeeling, in others an Adverts vibe, all drenched in that thick Midwest punk sauce (they are from Chicago after all). But no matter how hard I try, I can’t get past the vocals. They just grate on my ears in a way that I can’t ignore. A lot like the Thermals, a band that friends fucking loved but I couldn’t stand for even one song, solely because the vocals sounded like fingernails on a blackboard to my ears. The Mons’ singer doesn’t grate quite that much, but it’s in the same vein. Anyway, I have a feeling most of you Razorcakers will love this, as you should. They even got Pettibon to do the cover art! Maybe someone can help fix my ears. 

 –Chad Williams (Self-released, themons.bandcamp.com)