Damn, you've never seen so many cracks in your life. Cracks in the pavement, cracks in the skull, crystal crack, "Crack City Rockers." I mean, you need a crash helmet just to get through the first song!

There's way too much information leading up to how these guys came together. I can go over it twice and still not come away with anything. It would probably help, however, if I didn't have this deafening noise shooting out the back. With chips on their shoulders a mile wide, these guys rant over everything from politics to ignorance to prejudice to generalized flag-bashing.

That's all well and good. I appreciate the music, the after effects of which I'll learn to live with, but hey, sayin' it's one thing, doing something about it is another. Get up on the podium or get the hell out. I don't need anyone to open my eyes. If it's better somewhere else show me the fucking way!

Sticking up for the under-achievers and the voiceless new generation, yes, little's changed since the first strains of Minor Threat bullied their way into blank-minded followers of capitalism and corruption. We're going full throttle here, a crash course in cranial fracture separated by brief moments of inner peace.

There is a fervent talent amidst this sometimes too gratuitous dissolution of authority in all forms. There's a shape-shifting measure of combat booted revenge kicking the right wing out the door and let's do things our way attitude. But I've been there, done that.

Issue jumping upstarts, whose best songs include "The Good, The Bad & The Leftover Crack," "Gay Rude Boys Unite" and "Crack City Rockers," is bonded together with a Reggae-infused Ska-spewing rant, and "we'll take it back" neck-wrenching attitude. Everything else is basically yer finger-pointing, semi-automatic, high-speed and low-level shit-shoveling noise that gets old very quickly.