RUINERS, THE: How

I think it’s supposed to be a punk band – there’s a song called “Punk Son” (which goes, “Father, love your punk son”. Maybe it’s not supposed to be punk) and the guy’s all bloody on the back cover, but dude, this things got all the power of a chopped-in-half AAA battery, and the abundance of keyboards and girlman vocals doesn’t help, either. A couple songs are about vampire dating and graveyard lawn jobs, so let’s call it lame gothpunk for turkeys.

 –doug (Disaster)