JOYCE MANOR

Never Hun­gover Again Epi­taph

Blunt - - In Review -

For many, ‘pop-punk’ (ad­mit­tedly a stupid tag to be­gin with) is a stand-alone genre with its own tropes and tricks – what Joyce Manor do, what they have per­fected with their third al­bum and Epi­taph de­but, is pop mu­sic per­formed like punk mu­sic (Al­ger­non Cad­wal­lader’s Joe Rein­hardt hand in the pro­duc­tion makes per­fect sense). Also un­like the afore­men­tioned ‘pop-punk’ noth­ing here is a ‘guilty plea­sure’ – sure, you’re neck deep in hooks be­fore “The Jerk” has barely be­gun and “Heated Swim­ming Pool” sounds like The Prom­ise Ring play­ing a prom – it’s just smart pop with punk ex­e­cu­tion. It’s bril­liant, sparkling pop with too-fast gui­tars and col­lat­eral earnest­ness aplenty to rust up the sheen a lit­tle – enough for you to recog­nise and ap­pre­ci­ate the re­mark­ably poignant shrug­ging of shoul­ders.

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