Straightedge hardcore with plenty of the familiar 20 interchangeable riffs per song, the chunka-chunka hanging open in all the right places, the sing/shout a-longs, the roving one-octave power chord leads and all the other trademarks touches of the music from the movement. Excellent for fans, as good a good starting place as any for the uninformed and utterly dull for those whove heard it already and moved on to more dissolute lifestyles/forms of entertainment. I cant imagine being so sober that this brand of monotonous, dude-bonding rock could be appealing. What do you say, brother? Huh? Pull that bar stool a bit closer, I cant hear you. There, thats better . . . Now what was I saying? My, you look stunning in that hoody with a shaved head. What do you mean I can’t buy you a drink? Pussy . . .