Sing-along punk with too much “musician rock” for my taste. Jangle rock and whoa-whoa anthems side-by-side and a singer who sometimes reminds me of Rick Astley.
Personal, dark yet hinting of hope on the horizon lyrics set to catchy, peppy, gritty punkpop. Masterful production by Bill Stevenson and Stephen Egerton.
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.
This two-part soundtrack doesn’t differ significantly from those horrid late-night informercials, but I got these for free. And these are available in stores.
Boy meets girl, they fall for each other but are committed to others, they pal around and hide their feelings, they finally get together. Predictable but sweet.
Quincy Punx are full-tilt, straight-forward, hard-drinkin’, mouth-shootin’ punks from St. Paul, MN, and if they come though yer town, ya better have insurance.
Pushmonkey combine Rage ATM guitar, Faith No More bass, strong, emotional lead vocals, and Van Halenish choruses to form a volatile, yet radio-friendly sound.