Pissed Jeans, 'Honeys' -- 47 Second Album Review

Maybe it was frontman Matt Korvette's job as a claims adjuster that sent him on a path toward destruction, because Pissed Jeans' latest album Honeys sounds like the work of someone with immense disdain for their 9-to-5. The very thought of e-mail makes them want to plow their face through a glass door. Songs like "Bathroom Laughter," and "Cafeteria Food" blur the lines between corporate America and small-town high school, which is enough to make anyone's stomach churn.

But Honeys excels in this bleak white-collar/pimple-popper arena. The band starts their discourse like a swarm of riff-hungry wasps, vibrating your ears from the instead out. The further the album progresses, the deeper we go into the rock 'n' roll tar pit. "Cathouse" is an absolute classic noisecore anthem, filled of stiff commands, bringing you closer to setting those TPS reports on fire. Despite the sludge fest and nearly metal sound, there is nothing messy about Honeys -- each element fits together, stewing toward nuclear.

The Bottom Line: These Allentown punks were one of the first first to bring sludgy rock back into indie. The Men, METZ and other loud-mouthed bands are certainly following in their footsteps.