Lester Norris has a Dead Boysish ferocious, shards-of-glass-garglin’ vocal presence, and the songs are stripped-down, gut-level punk the way it oughtta be.
Bold and smooth in its production, resonated with heart-breaking melodies and inventive vocals, Jimmy Eat World encompasses everything a pop/rock band should.
This two-part soundtrack doesn’t differ significantly from those horrid late-night informercials, but I got these for free. And these are available in stores.
Boy meets girl, they fall for each other but are committed to others, they pal around and hide their feelings, they finally get together. Predictable but sweet.
Quincy Punx are full-tilt, straight-forward, hard-drinkin’, mouth-shootin’ punks from St. Paul, MN, and if they come though yer town, ya better have insurance.
Everything about this band, from their face paint schtick to their atonal-but-still-singable guitar licks, hold a sense of originality that escapes most bands.
The riffs are heavy, the tempo is perfect for all them karate experts in the pit, and there’s plenty of “fuck shit up!!” gang shouts to point your fingers to.