While the tempo of their moron punk is up to par, it just doesn’t seem as convincing. They blast through the songs, but it seems like habit, not passion.
The lead vocals, by Christian Fall, can get as gravelly as Rancid’s, or as melodic and tough as British punk of the ’80s, kinda like The Clash sans accent.
Majestically produced rock with driving drums and moving rhythms. Eileen Rose has a passionate voice that leads you thru the moods like the Pied Piper’s pipe.
Maybe I’m tired of power trios, or I’m suspicious of bands who write letters to ‘zines complaining of sexism and then make jokes about their hairdressers on stage.