Blood For Blood pride themselves on being the middle finger in society’s face, but their hatred is the same kind of prejudice they’re supposed to be against.
This EP compiles 7″s and comp tracks, and is ugly and pure enough to be called punk without any qualifiers. Fourteen songs in 18 minutes. You do the math.
Fronted by Cap’n Jazz/Joan of Arc alumni, Mike Kinsella, American Football is filled with Heartland aroma that only Midwestern farm boys could cook up.
A punked-up force addressing many current metal flavors: A little bit of Korn Chamber, a cold-steel taste of Sevendustrial, and hard habits from hardcore.
Nice melodies, layered harmonies, fast riffing, rampaging drums – all the elements that make fun pop punk. These guys could be huge, they could disappear.