Even with a change of singers, the Long Island quartet somehow manage to sound tighter, more complex, less cliché, and more clever than 99% of their peers.
Fuckin’ A, these guys just keep getting better. If you can believe it, this six-song EP is even more diverse and confident than their last full-length (Won).
While the artier half of Cross My Heart went on to create oblique sulkiness in Dead Red Sea, the poppier half push the hookier moments into a full-blown band.
One of the most intense albums of the genre, finding a link between grindcore, emo, and hardcore with scary time-signatures and crazed chord progressions.