Heartbreak Club, Lamecore
You don't need to listen to an album called Lamecore for too long (or, to be honest, at all) to know whether you might like it or not. Anyone willing to title their record like that A) has a sense of humor, B) probably doesn't have a lot of money to throw around on things like production and mastering and C) undoubtedly plays a snotty brand of pop-punk that rides that delicate line of being just a bit too self-aware for its own good. Still here? Phew. The good news is that B is a moot point when A and C are at their most potent. (Which, for the most part, is the entire sixteen minutes of this EP's run-time.) “She Talked to Me,” especially, is where the group's formula hits on all-cylinders, making for a furious, jangly, crunchy, funny, rollicking good time. In other words: you can judge a book by its cover, but what's the fun in that?