Los Angeles four-piece untitled have a bad name but everything else about them is amazing. They’re all 18 or 19, but look about 13 (at least to middle aged rock critic eyes), complete with bumfluff ‘taches and a puppydog bounciness. But they sound ferocious: hardcore filtered through the quiet-loud dynamics of grunge, which basically means they have good songs underneath the racket. Choruses, that kind of thing.
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