At not even thirty five minutes, this is a short, sharp uppercut of an album.
No song sees the four minute mark and indeed, most are lucky to even see it to two. These songs (eleven of them in total) are sharp jabs and uppercuts of anger and frustration, intended to quickly shock you and surprise you and leave you with a feeling of, what the hell was that??
It is as though no one has thought to tell Jeff Bell that there has been such a thing as punk rock and he still has a well of primal fury in him. It is a rough set, then, for sure, but one which is also very heartfelt.
You get the feeling Bell has lived each of these songs as much as composed them. This gives them a depth and truth which is sadly lacking in the sounds of so many of today’s young upstarts.
