Samiam has written an album of tunes most radio scrubs wish they had the brains to write, and most indie bands wish they had the melodic bones to understand.
Educated but street-savy, punishingly hilarious yet insightful, a bombardment of deep thinking and social commentary drenched in cheap alcohol and ass jokes.
Great melodic punk with a singer who has a smooth delivery and distinct vibrato somehow evoking Jello Biafra and Roy Orbison while being unique unto itself.
With the exception of “Dead End Job,” nothing here is much to write about. Snarly punk, but if you have Nobodys’ other records, you’ve got better than this.
With the exception of a couple laggers, every tune here is balls-out garage punk to smash things to, slam into people to, or get dangerously drunk in public to.