They have VoiVodian guitars, throaty metal-guy vocals, monks chanting, noises fading in and out, chugging, driving beats, and everything but the kitchen sink
Ska driven by punky guitars and quick tempos is my favorite fun music. They could be singing about public execution and my feet would still be dancing.
Cascade finds pouty Pete gargling on his customary elixir of abject despair, albeit with more sensual atmospheres and textures than his previous albums.
The best punk rock record to come out of Boston since Rabid Reaction by the Freeze. Not since then have I heard so much honesty and emotion in an album.