When your first track is seven minutes long, you better not fail to deliver. So, does it? Do you think I’d be writing this if it didn’t? This entire album bleeds heavy, red blood from screaming guitars and tortured vocal melodies. War Paint never congeles and constantly presses itself forward. At moments you feel like it wants to stop, like it desperately needs a break, at least your brain does. But it presses forward, pushes on and rediscovers itself track by track. Package includes the loving despair we’ve all come to love from some of our favorite indie rock male leads.
– Big Boss