Reviewed by Eric Saeger
Lots of start-stop goes on here, nullifying the adrenaline effect an all-out barnburner song might have accomplished, but thatâ€™s really the only negative, if you want to call it that. This Rochester punk-pop crew flirts with â€™70s-arena ideas, their emo angst given a steroid boost from the vocals of Jimmy Stadt, who may â€“ no kidding around â€“ be the most balls-out new singer since Chris Cornell. It can get a little gimmicky, that voice, but itâ€™s a raw, imperative monster, and quite original in its own way; not a death-metal thing, a real rock thing. The production is clean, airy, massive when itâ€™s needed, which is often, really â€“ these guys are to Good Charlotte what Mastodon is to Papa Roach, if you can feel that, next-gen punk with an eye toward much bigger things than the Warped Tour.