Since they conjure images of Dante from the title, it does seem like this band is on the ascension to something better (B- Pogues-inspired rock), but right now they’re on the hillside next to heaven and have fallen short by of their goal by not paying enough penance (sounding way too like Flogging Molly). Where’s the reckless abandon? Where’s the teeth flying out like a kick-in Chicklets dispenser? I was asked to drink a fucking ton before reviewing this. Done. Verdict: give me Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash. That’s brick throwing time. This is fine for what it is – an imitation that’s yet to improve on the template – but no better.