Just can’t get over the bored smugness. Jangly guitar preening effortlessly to oblivion, lyrics about things I’m either not cool or stoned enough to understand.
Sticking by their “unity” ideology, light-hearted melodic tendencies, and overall fun/energetic vibe, their records have been getting better and better.
The crime of “Teenage FBI,” and others on Do the Collapse, is taking a potentially good small idea and blowing it up into a textured, multi-tracked spectacle.
Despite my admiration for their work ethic, persistence, endurance, and outspoken philosophy, I just can’t get into their every-suburban town style of punk.
A 12-song, 35+ minute record dripping with guitar pop, walls of female vocals and harmonies with lyrics ranging from bitter to sweet, from scathing to soothing.