It’s muscular, it’s pissed off at Middle America, it’s melodic like old school 7 Seconds and Agent Orange, it’s full-bodied, it’s fucking pure hardcore.
Among 13 generic Cali-punk tracks you’ll find four to show the band’s “roots” go deeper than lifting Gregg Graffin solos and paraphrasing Social D lyrics.
The corners of the songs are packed with acidic guitar riffs and brightly-colored electronics, which, like Goren’s voice, are often goofy but never annoying.
Welfare Problems continues Randy’s retrogression into (deceptively) primitive rock ‘n’ roll, slabs of grease in its hair and Hanoi Rocks vinyl in the back seat.
If only friends were as dependable as Snuff… Almost 20 years after first forming, you can still count on these guys to thrash up perfectly exquisite melodies.
Informed political lyrics like this are scarce and rare, stacked with such bite. Few have done the legwork Moral Crux has to know what they’re talking about.