If you aren’t cognizant of the growly/musclely buzzbombs these guys have been heavin’ since the mid-’90s, here’s the opportunity to blow this week’s beer money.
Lester Norris has a Dead Boysish ferocious, shards-of-glass-garglin’ vocal presence, and the songs are stripped-down, gut-level punk the way it oughtta be.
Migraines are best noted for being one of the few bands almost no one’s ever heard of, but everyone will confuse with Vindictive and/or Sloppy Seconds.
It’s got all the right “yeah, yeah”s, “woo, woo”s, and looping rounds of the chorus. At times, they swerve from SoCal rawk to sound kinda, um, Jersey rock.
A guitar band: the hyperactive squawking chord changes backed up by the equally proficient percussion are the stars of 523. The vocals are rather monotonous.
Four fresh-faced punks from CT with 16-song release with a lot of good stuff on it. The punkpop lessons of the Epitaph/Fat roster, filtered through Beach Boys.