Fronted by Cap’n Jazz/Joan of Arc alumni, Mike Kinsella, American Football is filled with Heartland aroma that only Midwestern farm boys could cook up.
Bridges reads like a serial run of timeline postcards, a visual diary peppered with bits of magnetic poetry-constructed prose, voiced by an impressionable kid.
A punked-up force addressing many current metal flavors: A little bit of Korn Chamber, a cold-steel taste of Sevendustrial, and hard habits from hardcore.
Rachael Almada undertook the Herculean task of compiling thousands of tales, half-truths, and poignant remembrances from rock’n’roll bands touring the planet.
Nice melodies, layered harmonies, fast riffing, rampaging drums – all the elements that make fun pop punk. These guys could be huge, they could disappear.
Despite having members of The Blue Meanies, this ain’t nothin’ like The Blue Meanies. Like the band name, this is bitchy, mean, ultra-fast hardcore punk.
Feel your heart ache and your knees tremble, and be impressed by the quality of musicianship that can come from a skinny, formerly shaggy-headed rocker.