Plenty of hoo-rah chest-thumping Rage ATM rapping and syrupy guitar chugs that stomp around in small, concentric circles, but also a strong sense of melody.
Pioneers of destruction like Sex Pistols, GG, Dead Boys, and Iggy, upon revisiting, words like “primal” and “raw” are replaced with “ugh” and “shitty sounding.”
Every cliché of power metal and classic-style heavy metal down pat, yet with meticulous songcraft and phenomenal musicianship, they soar above all others.
Andrew McMahon is off to a good start, with moments like a Jellyfish cover band just starting out on their own. Like a future Ben Folds as he finds his legs.
Starting as a young Swedish version of SoCal punkpop (fast and melodic, with some ska thrown in), they really learned the craft of writing catchy melodies.
While I missed McRad at the time, they played with Minor Threat, JFA, Agnostic Front, Dag Nasty, Corrosion of Conformity, and plenty of others. Old but valid.
The gutsy vocals give the often skippy classic heavy metal style a much-needed kick, but these Germans fill out the front of their tight trousers quite well.