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.
Melanie Wills is a powerhouse singer. Part tender/vulnerable girl, part proud and strong woman, she sounds like early Sinead fronting an indie pop rock band.
Rama-lama punk rock rolling down a highway paved by the first couple New Bomb Turks LPs. Zooming riffage, stump-jumper rhythm section, and nicely held vocals.
The guitar-heavy snot Stones teen angle has gotten worked a bunch since the original Nuggets double LP sprung from the loins of Pan to help rescue us all.
They’re a riot. They can play, write good songs, you can sing along and bop. It’ll be the secret of real punks mocking the fake punks, the way it should be.