Many street punks who’ve been around as long as The Unseen (nine years) stop being innovative and interesting and get repetitive and just plain boring.
Twangy guitars shot through with reverb ride the pulsing skeletonal surf beat as one guitar gobbles Crampsoid maggots whist the other pokes instrumental stuff.
They don’t bring anything new to the genre that they’re so clearly trying to fit into, and they don’t even excel at doing basic poppy-punk, which isn’t hard.
Limecell hail from Philly, have been banned from every club in said city except for one because of their wild shows and all drink even me under the table.
They now sound a little bit less like themselves, and a whole lot more like Rage Against The Machine mixed with 311 and even at times, (GASP!) Linkin Park.
12 videos, of which only two could be called standard storyboarded productions, the rest live in the studio, live lip-synching, live collages, or truly live.