Extremely poor album; the structure of each and every track is both generic and repetitive. Lyrically, it fails to evoke the slightest sense of anything worth feeling—it is direct cut-and-paste pop punk mindlessness, and so horrifically obvious that the body from which it came is done bloating and has begun to tear, exposing its bruised and crumbling innards. This album would not serve well for background music in an uninspired film, let alone for direct listening. Lazy, uncreative, boring, banal, and almost completely intolerable; Chi Pig's vocals are the least heinous thing about this lukewarm spool of some of the Irish Sea's most radioactive, coagulated water.
There's a new SNFU album coming out this September. I hope that they've learned their mistakes from this fizzing pile of sweaty vomit, and a few of the albums which came before it. If you're new to SNFU, or if you haven't heard them then I highly, highly recommend their first two albums; the second, If You Swear, You'll Catch No Fish, goes several paces beyond the fictitious opposite of this atrocity in terms of quality.
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