Informed political lyrics like this are scarce and rare, stacked with such bite. Few have done the legwork Moral Crux has to know what they’re talking about.
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.
Catchy, yet sound really honest and down-to-Earth, unlike most of the (new) Foo Fighter-style stuff that sounds like a pop gem with words about something.
As strong as classic Screeching Weasel, the originators (along with The Queers) of “whoa-a-wa-oh” pop-punk, Teen Punks… blasts out a slew of new tunes.
Portland, OR’s The Jimmies straddle that powerchord pop/mid-tempo pop/punk line admirably. Many’d namedrop Hüsker Dü, and that’s a really nice name to drop.
I’m a sucker for two-minute, straight-forward, three-chord rock, especially when the band’s made up of women in leather, minis, anklets, and spiked collars.
Ex-Pink Lincoln Chris Barrows returns with three beauties to release a 12-minute, six-song EP mixed by Bill Stevenson (ALL/Descendents) at The Blasting Room.