They've got a self-consciously stupid gimmick (they're bullies!) and appropriately tongue-in-cheek songs. They play tuneful, energetic rock music that sounds fresh today but has more in common with classic New York punk than contemporary punk-pop. The vocals have a moderate rough edge that works well with the material, the guitars rock out with tastefully short solos, and they even have a serious song about growing up with a dysfunctional family ("Still My Home"), although of course it's a rocker and not a weepy ballad. They've even got Marky Ramone as their producer, just in case there was any doubt about their spiritual affinities. Granted, they probably haven't listened to the Beach Boys as much as the Ramones did, and their hooks aren't as irresistible, but this is a fun album nonetheless.
AllMusic Review by Todd Kristel