Your older brother’s screamo, from the days when bands wore garage jackets and didn’t even consider getting on the radio. Words are the more spastic of the two bands, with guitar effects, a sick drummer, and sing-along potential towards the end of their track. Think In French slow their hardcore down a bit, for a chunkier rock style that would have been a lot more interesting if the song was half as long and they didn’t keep going back and forth between two parts. If those Impetus Inter records just aren’t enough, you may as well pick this up. –CT Terry
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