Kinda Mike Ness in the vocals, some chord changes you get to once yer so sick the same three chords, and songs that are catchy without being formulaic.
The incomparable Mr. Tim Kerr (o’ the Lord High Fixers) produced these bratty-soundin’ Louisiana R&B punkers. Right there, ya gotta know it’s gonna be good.
Horsebox will probably be remembered as the band’s most mature and seasoned output. It has taken over Mush in the cockles of my heart. Quite an achievement.
Portland, OR’s The Jimmies straddle that powerchord pop/mid-tempo pop/punk line admirably. Many’d namedrop Hüsker Dü, and that’s a really nice name to drop.
I’m a sucker for two-minute, straight-forward, three-chord rock, especially when the band’s made up of women in leather, minis, anklets, and spiked collars.
21 cuts of primal dead horse beatings from four guys who sound a lil’ like Sticky Fingers Stones with a crystal ball that can see the Ramones’n’Dead Boys.