Harnessing punk anger and funneling it through a power pop structure, Armstrong have discovered a formula sought after yet not reached by Sponge and Everclear.
Bombastic moments break up the day, but it’s generally innocuous stuff. “Brightside” is the highlight, with its natural progression and pleasing add-ons.
The indulgent repetition owes to ’70s blues metal and prog. Ironic genres are presented as higher art, but are in reality embraced by couch-surfing stoners.
Venomous ska-punk infused with metal and a little low-cal SoCal. That’s harmony minus sugar. Fierce shit that lazy folk will compare to Op Ivy and Rancid.
With Snitches Get Stitches, The Ritchie Whites get stuck in second gear and completely neglect to rock. It’s not that they’re awful, just wholly unremarkable.