Thrice go beyond NOFX drumming, they enter full-on Metallica “Battery” territory. A re-issue of a sold-out earlier pressing meant to simply wet yer whistle.
Nope. I still find them gloriously-produced (Grip Inc’s Waldemar Sorycha) male/female-vocaled Goth metal fluff skating dangerously close to pop diva shit.
No One is from Chicago, combines rapcore groove and the stuttering riffs and roar/speaking styles, but they toss in a psychedelic acoustic desert stroll…
Drunken romps thru blue collar booze cans, wandering widely within that pigpen to the odd poppy ballad, the odd boogie woogie, a li’l AC/DC, a li’l Wildhearts.