Quite possibly the epitome of immaculately static skate-punk -- a more-mechanized, more-moshier, less-literary Bad Religion replication, frustratingly formulaic+fixed in attitude yet so ridiculously tight and adrenaline-pumping, effortlessly banging out a multitude of songs that end up piercing right out the sameness in their own nonpareil way. Appreciated vigor and yep even the semi-sheen, but jeez, just so general when it comes down to the nitty-gritty. And though the closing title of "Bro Hymn" may have an unfortunate connotation these days, this pseudo(?)-live tribute to forever fallen founding member Jason Thirsk is perhaps the be-all end-all of instantly captivating energy-soaked group-woah-oh-singalongs -- not to mention, a moment that sees 'em bustin' out they mold for once, adopting some tumult, thank heavens.
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