The corners of the songs are packed with acidic guitar riffs and brightly-colored electronics, which, like Goren’s voice, are often goofy but never annoying.
Common Rider can be forgiven if only because they’ve managed to pull off a ska-punk record that doesn’t rely on cheesy horns and guitar distortion pedals.
Patrick of Dillinger Four called it “spastic garage rock from beyond mixed with the sexy panache of new wave.” That’s more concise than what I was gonna say.
Thrice execute the goose bumps-givin’ minor shred riffs like closet Exodus fans and convey a flood of raw emotion seldom achieved with technical arrangements.
The Bad Religion harmonies are tired, the “melodic” post-black metal singing’s just silly, and the music is too busy chasing Meshuggah and At The Gates.
Tits, beer, porn, all the good stuff of The Man Show, but only if Adam and Jimmy were cranked up and loaded and taking on half the audience, just for kicks.
This comp and the tour that supported it brought some of the biggest names in underground music across the nation, raising donations and spreading good music.