The Albany punkers in Drug Church insist that their music should be used to help you “forget for a moment that you have eczema and work at Pizza Hut.” In truth, everyone should take notice of the righteous noise this band is kicking up on its debut full-length, regardless of employment status or skin condition.
I’ve got a huge soft spot for Paramore’s unfailingly earnest and polished punk pop, and especially the incredible vocals of Hayley Williams. Not that it’s a pleasure to feel particularly guilty about, this is good stuff that hasn’t really changed as the band has grown in popularity, it’s just that the hate crew gets louder as time goes on.
Modern life is a real drag according to the The Bronx’s lyrics, but you wouldn’t know it from the kick-ass, muscled boogie-punk that these LA punkers jerk out. I guess that’s the limbo that they’re trying to get at: Times are shitty, but you’ve gotta try to put a happy spin on it, or else you’ll end up sticking your head in an oven.