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The Bronx – The Bronx (IV)

These five no-frills roughnecks are near-untouchable when it comes to ballsy, shout-along bangers that blur the lines between infectious rock’n’roll and angst-ridden punk with ease.

The Bronx

Bronx fans are a passionate bunch, so much so that it’s often hard for outsiders to gauge whether or not the LA natives are being fairly critiqued on a fresh release, or if blind fandom has struck once again and showered the band with undue praise. Just in case their first three studio efforts were yet to convince you, The Bronx’ fourth (and self-titled) disc only reaffirms what those of us who side with our favourite sunny Californians have always known, that simply, these five no-frills roughnecks are near-untouchable when it comes to ballsy, shout-along bangers that blur the lines between infectious rock’n’roll and angst-ridden punk with ease.

Opening salvo “The Unholy Hand” is as good a lead track The Bronx have penned since “Heart Attack American” kicked our arses all the way back in 2003, with its foot-stomping riffs and chorus catch-cry of “Are you the Antichrist or the holy ghost/do you wanna die or just come real close” once again showcasing vocalist Matt Caughthran’s knack for memorable lyrical construction, the singer routinely coming up with prose that cuts through the sea of clunky, meaningless passages favoured by The Bronx’ peers and gets to an instantly memorable point.

“Youth Wasted” lives up to its title, instantly conjuring up images of late teens and 20-somethings charging down the highways of LA with the roof down, the wind in their hair and their problems drowned out by one of the best tunes this fiery quintet has ever put their respectable name to, while “Ribcage” shows Caughthran, Ford (guitar), Vik (drums), Horne (guitar) and Magers (bass) still have LA’s timeless punk rock vibe coursing through their alcohol saturated veins. That’s four from four gents.

The Essential Track: “Youth Wasted”: “Sometimes the best laid plans, still end with blood on your hands.” Enough said.

The Bronx

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