Reminiscent of souped-up Supergrass or the Damned at their fastest. Sped-up ’70s punk with raging guitars, high-pitched vocals, and a call-and-response chorus.
“Dreaming” is probably not the first Blondie song that comes to mind, but the dog looking wistfully out the window during these Stay Home times hits the mark.
“Fucking Hate You” shows the chaos of the band’s live shows, but the cohesion of a band – new singer notwithstanding – who’ve played for 20+ years together.
Like loads of good-but-indistinguishable pop punk bands of the late ’90s, they have heart and skills, but haven’t found their unique voice by their 2nd album.