Punk anthems with occasional melodies, classic hardcore breakdown parts, “emo” sentimentality, and a roughneck vibe that only old country singers can top.
Kinda Mike Ness in the vocals, some chord changes you get to once yer so sick the same three chords, and songs that are catchy without being formulaic.
Rozz Williams started doing this depressed pompous dark rock schtick back in high school. Apparently, the fact that he’s now dead hasn’t slowed him down much.
On the whole, these 45 minutes are colorful and active (more swaying/grooving than fist-banging), a great record to play from end to end while hanging out.