Joyce Manor are hardcore punk: howling vocals and noisy guitars riffing over simple chord progressions in a dry acoustic, songs that burn out scarcely a minute after they begin. In a word, artless.
Apparently without trying, they've created the consummate album about disappointed introspection. Self-awareness of one's social shortcomings without hope to remedy them. The defensive anger of the lonely. "See how tame I can be? In the reflection, I watch myself watching TV. And it's too much to take and so I say to myself: I never told you that I loved you `cuz I don't."
This failed relationship is explored in a tight suite of nine tracks. Oddly enough, the longest -- and the album's turning point from grief to alienation -- is a cover of "Video Killed the Radio Star". The nostalgic choice of this song about nostalgia connotes a nostalgia FOR nostalgia: guilt over the anesthesis of memory's decay.