East Coast punk rock’n’roll with emphasis on the rock and sounding a little more Midwestern from time to time, at least according to my internal geographic spectrometer. Then again, sometimes they go so far off the East Coast they almost resurface as British punk. Big nasty guitars work their way up and down three chord progressions with a plodding fatalism then toss out occasional riffy solos like cigarette butts onto dry highway berms. I hate always having to figure out what other band a given band reminds me of, but they do seem infected with the same bacteria as Throwrag, "I, Meat" has a certain New Bomb Turkishness, and "Next Life" has a New York Dolls aftertaste. At first I listened to this CD and liked it, but nothing really stuck out. With repeated listens it really starts to differentiate and distinguish itself, making my initially polite kudos turn earnest. - Ben