A snotty, millennial-punk blast of piss and vinegar recorded in defiance of the doctor who told vocalist Stefan Babcock that he’d never sing again.
‘The Dream Is Over’ is also surprisingly fun and upbeat. Sonically, the Toronto quartet come off like a band holed up in a garage working out frustrations, yet lyrically theirs is a glass half-full outlook on life despite the torrent of bullshit that’d forgive an altogether more bleak vibe.
Bonus shout outs for the use of “douche chills” on ‘Familiar Patterns’, too. A sterling second outing shot through with the admirable spirit of never tapping out.
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