The debut from Memphis four-piece NOTS is a chic, modern and synth-y approximation of old school Black Flag-esque punk that still gets messy when it should.
Crammed into every opening of the record's hasty 27-minute run, the dulcet tones of vocalist Natalie Hoffman snarling out every line hammers hard, even as the poppy synths cut some of the edge from the obliterating rhythm section.
With lyrics and structure that preserve the spirit and traditions that the instrumentation does not, this is not the punk that their parents knew, but it is not far off.
