Crafting a set across the Bomb the Music Industry! discography and his own solo work, Rosenstock was a dynamo. He often would start near the microphone, singing in his perfectly imperfect voice that either conveys words with complete truth or a damn good mimicry of it.
Read John's review of this live show right here.
Okay, it's not rocket science to throw together a few chords, some lyrics that occasionally verge on the edge of D.U.M.B. and add a propensity to play at a fair old pace but getting the mix right (I burnt out on pop-punk a fair few years ago) is something that too many bands these days just cannot achieve.
Read Rich's review of School Damage's Get Weird right here.
P.S. The name of my punk rock fantasy football team is My Shame Is Jones-Drew.