More powerpop than punk, the five songs here are pretty solid, though not wholly remarkable. Their first released material aside from a couple comp tracks.
They’re still hammering low-end rhythmic blasts, pretty technically adept, and creative, still pissed off about the same things, and on top of their game.
With powerful female vocals and a tendency to throw a dash of ska guitar upstroke into the peppy punk mix, it’s no wonder majors are sniffing around this band.
Eight songs from Grease blazed through with no passion or personality. Eight songs you can barely sit through. Eight songs you’ll never want to hear again.
Leatherface’s most daring record (also their shortest, and their last before breaking up for six years) gets a deserved rebirth, and I’ve got it on repeat.
Sexy, super-fast tunes like “Take You On,” “Poor Betty Blue” and “Let’s Get Stupid” sound kinda like what Pat Benetar woulda sounded like fronting a punk band.