Not listening to music as much as I used to, prior to the birth of my son, has been detrimental to me at times. I get hung up easily and stumped to come up with words when something comes my way that is not familiar to me. Take this, for instance. I definitely hear punk rock. But I hear drums that sound like a drum machine. Synthesizers or something listed as a Stylophone take a part along with the usual suspect of instruments. The vocals are delivered with a moaning and painful approach, yet it seems to be with intentional with careless abandon. Put it all together and it’s a unique package that shows originality and appeals to me. I can feel the conviction. The energy is absorbed in my ears. Some may say this is indie and others may say punk. Either way, nothing is wrong when you don’t always paint by numbers.