“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.
Raspy-voiced bar room punk from San Francisco. Combining horns, dark ska upstroke, punk charge, and blind-staggering to please Social D and Pogues fans.
Justin Pearson of The Locust returns with the edgy shit people call art punk. You can love or loathe the long song titles cuz it’s about the music, right?