This record was written with one riff. A heavy riff, yes, but too much like Despair, Union, and all the other bands that members of Buried Alive used to be in.
The re-grouped Brits, led by Frankie Stubbs, kicks off with six hoarse-throated, emotionally-charged punk anthems, pumping as much soul as speed into the songs.
Sticking by their “unity” ideology, light-hearted melodic tendencies, and overall fun/energetic vibe, their records have been getting better and better.
Despite my admiration for their work ethic, persistence, endurance, and outspoken philosophy, I just can’t get into their every-suburban town style of punk.
They speak in no-bullshit, clear-as-day verses about how we can help each other out, how justice should be served, and how one must utilize one’s voice.