Bombshell Rocks shed the Rancid-clone pigeonhole (but keep the great-sounding bass), and explore both Bad Religion-style Calipunk and their Swedish rock roots.
There’s a certain something in this sixth full-length. Call it a maturation of their deep fried Southern country punk rawk or more singalongs than usual…
The Ani who learned to sneer and growl has finally joined fists with the much calmer, experimental jazz and funk self she’s presented over the past few albums.
The band has never sounded better: Awkward catchiness, mind-boggling technicality, third degree-burn ferocity, and just overall fucking top notch songcrafting.