The only melodic strength here is in the call and response vocals and ubiquitous whoa-oh-ohs, and that shit gets old faster then mayonnaise in the sun.
it’s not impossible, but certainly unusual for a two-piece band to generate such depth of tone and weirdness. But these two guys are from the great Hammerhead.
A lot of repetition, bright bass tones, and vocal lines that follow the guitar like fuckin’ “Iron Man.” In other words, typical second stage Warped Tour fair.
Hard. Core. Indeed, it takes physical strength to play the kind of music on this relentless 28-song sampler. Not a lot of snotty-voiced kids made the cut.
At their worst, they sound like a terrible ska band whose singer just returned from the dentist. At their best, they play solid, original rock ‘n’ roll.
Ten songs in I realized with growing alarm that none of these songs are very funny. They’re sappy and serious and whiny and sentimental and sad and shit.