Short, fast, funny, breaking down more than an old Econoline, making you reach for the lyric sheets faster than your pants when the bathroom door opens.
Even I gave up on the dream of a fierce punk band with chops long ago. Day of the Death is full of rousing anthems that never stop making sarcastic comments.
Catchy, yet sound really honest and down-to-Earth, unlike most of the (new) Foo Fighter-style stuff that sounds like a pop gem with words about something.
Swedish garage punk: Loud, distorted, fast, infectious. This is pure manic fun, mostly cuz they don’t give a shit if a few notes are missed along the way.
Even those who aren’t fans of punk street anthems might dig this. There’s just a little something that takes it beyond the typical thuggery. Produced by Lars.
It’s a return to the fast’n’furious punk roots, the kinda thing that made Boston a place that could release This is Boston, Not L.A. and not get laughed at.
22 songs totaling almost an hour is a lot of any band, especially if it’s a collection of early mistakes, covers, and other things most woulda taped over.
Swingin’ Utters ooze authenticity. This San Francisco band has been touring and doing it right for so long for so little, ya really oughtta buy ’em drinks.