Nicely done, fairly straight-forward political punk with a kind of dark, almost apocalyptic undertone that still holds onto a decent amount of variance between songs. As in, you know who you’re listening to for sure, they never hop genres, but the songs don’t blend into one thirty-minute opera either. Vocally, the guy’s got his screech down, reminding me a bit of the crooner from Leftover Crack, and there’s the added blessing that the dude’s actually singing about stuff and you can make out what he’s saying. The songs, like I said, come across as varied while still keeping consistent hooks and punch in there—each song’s built on a bedrock of catchiness. Mostly mid-tempo, War Machine kicks it up a few times here and there, most notably on “Armchair General” and “Guilty.” As a whole, it’s a decent outing, and one that’s gotten more than a few plays around here.