L.A. street-level punk about drinking, chicks, flag-waving, the corruption of the American dream, and all that. Terrible-sounding drums but good guitar chaos.
Well-sung, clean-guitar-o-plenty emo with a pinch of rock. A lot of Midwest influence in the way the vocals grab you by the chest and rub onions in your eyes.
This here Gluecifer record is flat öüt smökin’, it röcks! Pick öne üp för yöürself at yer löcal Töwer or Sam Göödy’s ör öther fine pürveyör of cömpact discs.
The original bassist in Marilyn Manson and the drummer from Rainbow/Black Sabbath, but I don’t recognize the name. Gidget likes photo sessions more than songs.
This two-CD best-of is for anyone who sees metal reduced to jocks with funny hair and ball caps. Since when is metal the music of choice in the weight room?
After ten years of fuckin’ up the place, F.Y.P. call it quits. Toys that Kill, is the next band’s name. 17 songs in under 30 minutes. Produced by Blag.