Venomous ska-punk infused with metal and a little low-cal SoCal. That’s harmony minus sugar. Fierce shit that lazy folk will compare to Op Ivy and Rancid.
Jon Snodgrass returns with the usual revolving door of musicians to deliver yet another painfully honest, soulful, bruised-heart of a country-punk album.
As played out as the whole Jimmy Eat World-clone thing is, some bands (like Time Spent Driving) still manage to wring out a decent album from the mold.
Thrice execute the goose bumps-givin’ minor shred riffs like closet Exodus fans and convey a flood of raw emotion seldom achieved with technical arrangements.