"Keeping Out Of Direct Sunlight," the introduction that signals the beginning of this 14 song palpitation from one of the current leaders of the true punk/hard-core generation, speaks for being "protected," though it's hard to imagine there being any suitable isolation to the oncoming combustion that's about to begin seconds later.

"Shut Your Mouth And Open Your Eyes" is representative of feelings of betrayal, inequity and defiance as it would seem, many of the words strewn among titles like "pH Low," "Lower Your Head And Take It In The Body" and "Coin Return" just to name a few, but we could go on. Perseverance triumphing over shame is the general significance that sets the foundation for many of yesterday's and today's emerging punk artists. Here it's no less relevant as where opening your eyes becomes critical if the purpose should ever be served.

"AFI" write from a direction that implies serious overtones, streaking across a sunless sky, obliterating a guitar hook with the best of 'em, as if the way to get the most of their instruments is to abuse their uses until, by the last song, they're all crippled, broken and ready to be set ablaze. Here WE are, eleven songs in, with "Salt For Your Wounds," which, by this time, would almost be a welcome relief considering the anxiety that's being inflicted by this sudden and unaccountable rage they bring, but I swear they haven't let up for a minute!