You had me at the saxophone. I love me some saxophone, especially when it’s not over done, like on this record. Something about this, right off the bat, reminded me of when I first got into punk and would listen to all the eighties bands. A lot of those bands had a rawness to their vocals and overall recordings. Nones have that same authenticity. If Modern Lovers and Black Flag had sex with each other, it would sound like this. “Just when you think things couldn’t get worse, you come home to a Dear John letter on the front door and a pile of dog shit on the floor,” from the song “Browner Pastures.”
–Ryan Nichols (Hozac)