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To the Confusion of Our Enemies (Volcom/East West)

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By Eric Davidson

Published on May 03, 2006

This furious five-piece came kicking out of Denton, Texas, five years ago as a rock-'em-sock-'em reaction to their burg's then-burgeoning prog-emo scene (see At the Drive-In). Despite some Fugazi guitar chops similar to their Denton peers, the Gamblers' preference was to rock out like the MC5. Endless touring and label-hopping over three records ensued, followed by inclusion on last summer's Warped Tour. Anyone worried that the Gamblers may have slid into the punk-pop abyss can relax — at least as much as their rumpus allows. To the Confusion rolls skate-pop sometimes, via bigger production and ongoing histrionics, but those things fit their guitar-army style anyway, and the disc never sinks to awkward, radio-ready, OC balladry. If anything, this is the band's most full-on rock record yet. Any remaining angularisms have been replaced with soaring choruses, trickier but still lurid language, and more speaker-shredding volume than ever. "True Crime," "Biz Loves Sluts" and "On Again Off Again" join the explosive canon of the Gamblers' drag-strip ditties. There's barely a breath until halfway through, when tunes like "Walk Around Me" and "The Curse of the Ivory Coast" loosen into that late- '80s moment when latter-day Ramones meshed with early Soul Asylum.