Starting with “Copsucker,” a fast-paced ditty highlighted by Joan Wasser’s maniacal screaming, the band mixed material from the new album with old faves.
They’ve gotten way heavier and grittier in the last year or so and now they crunch on this powergroove like Aerosmith or Hanoi Rocks on a mean J.D. binge.
Chris Dyas, his pockets filled with facial expressions barely contained beneath a ball cap. Slightly self-deprecating and sarcastic, sadly cynical and smirky.