Mean, burly, hardcore in the vein of Blood For Blood, and various others of the same ilk, comprised of angry, shouted vocals amidst guitar feedback, and lyrical chants about being dealt a bad hand, stabbed in the back by so-called friends, and general disdain for the world. Can’t help but think I’ve heard this song (or songs—all sounds the same to me) one too many times. I imagine these dudes never really colored outside the lines in their coloring books. Every now and then, you gotta venture outside the box and add that extra panel where Charlie Brown returns with a firearm and discharges it in Lucy’s face for pulling that goddamn football away countless times. Now that’s hardcore.
–Dave Disorder (High Fidelity)