The manic energy and furious emotion of hardcore punk melded to rhythms with an awareness of the whole of rock music’s history, torquing the fuck out of ’em.
A blend of Oi!, The Damned, Motown, and Two-Tone, Snuff wrote songs you could sing along to, dance along to, and mosh to. Infectious, never-endingly energetic.
The performances, placement of hooks, and vocal phrasing are all blindingly confident. The band have learned to reach beyond the meat-n-potatoes of punky pop.
Three guys. Two guitars, two drums. Singing drummer. And a harmonica. Don’t forget that, it matters. Like a bubblegum version of The Cheater Slicks (no insult).
Surprisingly, a lot of the tunes here are mid-tempo, and kinda more dirt rock than punk, but the hard-chargers will get the fists flying in the slampit.
Like labelmates Kill Your Idols, 7 Seconds are on a crusade to rid hardcore of the commercialized bullshit that’s piled on the genre these past few years.