Imagine one of the better Fat Wreck bands combined with Hot Water Music riffing, sprinkled with Less Than Jake melodies, and an overall energetic-as-fuck vibe.
Pretty damn funny, once you stop expecting it to be really funny. The plot is simple, so it’s the twists, sight gags, and one-liners that carry this movie.
Although Conduct is a somewhat more plugged-in affair than their previous disc, Pardon My French, the rockier moments lack the thrust of macho metallurgy.
F&M ape their heroes Paul Revere and the Raiders by sporting tri-cornered hats and ruffled shirts and blasting out treble-heavy psych-flavored proto-pop-punk.
The lively, personable piano takes a flying leap into the musical primelight, dancing audacious circles around its player’s flagrantly uncooperative lyrics.
Divine Empire have all the requisite skills for nasty death metal: they’re fast and vicious, have loads of blast beats, crushing vocals, and skillful playing.