The release’s finest points are during the more fingersnapping, uptempo big band full-swing numbers when the band members all get to show off their chops.
A throaty sneer filled with contempt, chants, moans, and howls over brutal grind and deathy thrash. The production is sharp, digging claws into your flesh.
The first few songs bop around and hide their catchy hooks beneath warm’n’fuzzy distortion. The tempos are quick and Bangles-ish and the topics airy and fun.
The bassist, Bean lived up to his name, jumping all around the stage, but always arriving back at the mic just in the nick of time to chip in his harmonies.
They’ve gotten way heavier and grittier in the last year or so and now they crunch on this powergroove like Aerosmith or Hanoi Rocks on a mean J.D. binge.
Standard ’80s rock juiced with ’90s punk sarcasm and energy, broken into 12 songs littered with hooks, humor, sneering, bubblegum, and junk culture overload.