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★☆☆☆ When the band is firing on all cylinders, they deliver a loud, discordant, and undeniable kick in the teeth. Sadly, the band only seems to fire on all cylinders when vocalist Frankie Palmeri is out of the room. Worse, he keeps showing up, sounding like Fred Durst post-Significant Other, when the fame got to his head, and he was reduced to self-parody. And you know what? The fact that the band is clearly capable of more… just makes their crimes more egregious. I will give them this much, though: it’s an entertaining car wreck to listen to. Once.