Squatters who can’t write songs, can’t play the shitty songs they write, can’t get their lives together, and who are applauded for being a bunch of losers.
The sound is reminiscent of Rancid and The Suicide Machines but, to be brutally honest, The Code is quite a bit better than either and poised to be huge.
Collects the beloved hardcore giant’s rarest efforts, from covers to b-sides to live ditties. Sick Of It All’s anthems advocate unity, compassion, and optimism.
The metal edge is chamfered by dramatic soaring Goth rock progressions and honed with Sabbath crunch. Spacey electronic squeaks put a modern stamp on the piece.
Fuzzed-out, bass-driven, obscene Birthday Party versions of the Batman theme. Like Wire and Gang of Four, they can be skillfully brutal and remain intelligent.
Take a handful of power chords, slightly countrified; add a half-spoken male vocal, and mix with a dash of slightly drunken, slightly horny revelations.