If you can swallow their cheerleader stage banter and their lowest common denominator lyrics, you get the payoff of a decent, politically-charged punk record.
A neo-glam band who sport eyeliner and tattoos, use the word punk to mean fast, and you’ll dig it, but always be a little suspicious of how honest it is.
The logical extension of Room on Fire, the band trying to outgrow their rag-tag image, pulling together their best “we are grown up, take us seriously” ideas.
Contraband is a fantastic ALBUM, something you’ll want to play from start to finish, not unlike G N’ R’s Appetite For Destruction or the first few STP discs.