The archetype, the perfect 2nd wave punk album. One Chord Wonders thumbs its nose at expectations, before explaining that the Adverts are Bored Teenagers, dipping just here and there into politics, horrorcore, and regular old regularism, every song centering on the repetition of its name again and again and again. It's...fucking perfect.
So sincere, so blasted out at speed, that _//_/exact/_//_ balance of precision and fuckitism. Those kids who're all pissed off, but making the racket sound nice, well, that'd be a bonus, right? I mean, why not be a hooky chugging juggernaut? I mean, why sound like shit when you could sound good? A wholly, utterly listenable front-to-back out-and-out masterpiece that sacrifices zero edge 5/5
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