Snotty outtabreath over-amped punk rock’n’roll pumped out by Danes who probably enjoy gettin’ fuckin’ outtacontrol cuz ya just don’t thinka Denmark that way.
I hear hooky Priest in here, Blackout-era Scorpions, Bruce-era Samson, along with the vocal twang of that old Malice guy, and the humorous side of Helloween.
They’re not copyists like lotsa other Japanese bands, so they come out smellin’ nasty like a packed club and they’re tight enough to pull off rockin’ frenzy.
In a genre where every yelp and breakdown is as predictable as a boy band’s dance move, Park is learning to combine math rock flashes with powerful vocals.
Judging by their wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am pacing (nine songs, 27 minutes) and a gut feeling, I’d say these guys are old punk rockers who made a rock record.