It pulls no punches. Loud, bulldog voiced anthems of hope, overcoming, endurance, ressurection, defiance, agony, power and dissent. Some of the most honest and raw stuff you will hear. No frills. Nothing unnecessary. Just business as usual as one of the world's best bands streamlined their act, back in '97. No navel-gazing, no brooding. The vocal dymanic between Chuck Ragan and Chris Wollard is perfected on this Disc: The way they work their call/response/shouting/singing... it's like they reinvent the wheel. Songs that change and shift. Songs that crash and tear. Songs that make you shout along. NO BAD TRACKS! Precision thundering drums, power chords that play off each other to build higher like a cathedral's towers- and (a real rarity) melodic, propulsive bass-playing. All you cold ask for. Get this. And pick up the rest too! Technically, this would be their third, though in all honesty it's number 2 for me, as I start counting with "Fuel for the Hate Game." Their first good, if not great, release (4 stars). "Finding The Rhythms," their true first, is pretty damn awful. So you have permission to skip, but only for that one CD.
...Great beards too. takes me back.