Brothers Joey and Jason LaRocca's vocals faintly resemble the menacing growls of a number of classic oi! band frontmen, but their music is mediocre, dumbed-down pop-punk at best. In a menial attempt at an anthem for the masses, "Song for Us" was born. As the chorus kicks into gear, one of the LaRoccas calls, "This is a song for the ones who can't be heard!" Well, if this is the best they can do, they'd be better off remaining unheard. The song is just a reworking of the four previous songs on the album. They all carry the same beat and tone, which will probably go over well in crowded dive bars with shitty acoustics, but on record they are monotonous.
Only the last song, "Top 40," stands out for its slowed, bass-heavy intro and its focused message: a derisive critique of the music industry. Because hell, when is it not fun to bite the hand that feeds you? If it's loud and rowdy unoriginal street punk you want, this is your album. But for quality oi!, check out some of the Briggs' influences like Cock Sparrer or Blitz. At least they started out on the right foot.
