Tenement know how to make songs and they know how to get weird. It’s this balance between catchy-noise-pop power and “What the fuck? I like this” that’s rising Tenement’s balloon up through the layers of “eh, shrug, clinical pop punk,” up through “you just discovered that effects pedal app on your computer garage rock,” up to heights of well-known bands that get referenced easily and readily. But if the stained, threadbare, inside out Hüsker Dü T-shirt fits—and the band sounds like an airplane crashing in one song and casually walking away from the wreckage the next—I’m all ears. As of this record, any and all Tenement is worth your time.
–todd (Toxic Pop, toxicpoprecords.com)