On album number three, the dudes that make up Pissed Jeans sound even rawer than before. I’m guessing producer Alex Newport (Sepultura, At The Drive-In) had somehing to do with that. Not that I’m trying to sell these guys short. After all they were already doing just fine on their first two releases. But hey, does it really matter who gets the credits? Not to me it doesn’t. Not as long as you get an album that throbs and slithers like this one does.

With the spirit of bands like Black Flag, Tad and The Jesus Lizard never too far away, Pissed Jeans finds their lyrical subjects handed to them on a silver platter simply by growing up and picking up on the absurdities of everyday life. Thanks to the loud and obnoxious guitars and Matt Korvette’s slightly slurred vocals only being reigned in by pounding drums, these guys produced one glorious mess that is nothingif nott a painful pleasure.