An easy-going funk proposition, with a rational MC over the top, utterly coherent, chanting about the state of the world as the beats slowly get stoned.
They sound like Strongarm: Generic, metal-ish hardcore. I can handle that most of the time, but not along with knee-jerk prosletyzing about the “moral life.”
They sing the word “yeah” 72 freakin’ times in layered harmonies of bratty “nyah-nyah” sing-song. Teen anthems of scathing criticism, tongue-in-cheek fuck-alls.