Anti-Flag are energetic punks with their hearts in the right place, and they put on a great live show, as long as you ignore the stage banter between songs.
Part of the crime is how bad some of the material here is – Alice not afraid to suck the tailpipe of trend like a mangy mutt misguidedly after a sugar fix.
A mixture of Goth rock and black metal vocals, occasional doomy plods, interspersed with wind-swept mountain views and staggering ballerina keyboard tinkles.
Plays like blacklight fractured genius. Part Nuggets adulation, a healthy dose of Cramps style un-repentant psychosis, all lathered with oozing sexual whatsis.
Dozer aren’t quite as well-versed in or as traditionally ’70s rooted as Fu Manchu. Maybe they need to write a concept album about the life of a ’76 Camaro.
The production is inspiring and combative, guitars and drums bashing it out for supremacy, while the band figures out how to be rockers straddling old hair.
A five-song, 15-minute EP by a beloved female-fronted band covering Billy Bragg classics. Sound cool? In theory, yeah, but this EP didn’t need to be done.