 THE
BROCKMEYERS- Paul, the
Album (Fudge
Sickill)
Knuckleheads. Yep, nothin’ but knuckleheads.
Three of ‘em, from Chicago’s suburbs. Damn knuckleheads, every
one of them.
Ok, here’s the sound: toned down A New Found Glory, which as it
turns out is pretty good.
Vocals that aren’t as whiney, speed is about the same, but it all
evens out to a catchy fun romp. Yes, “Paul, the Album” is a romp.
The sense of humor on these guys is only compared to the friends
you won’t admit to associating with in high school. Don’t have those
friends? Well then guess what dumbass.
It’s funny, not Dynamite Boy funny, but keggers and giving your
friends stupid nicknames funny.
Give ‘em a listen. –David Morgan
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