Masked Intruder M.I

With their familiar police siren wail, Masked Intruder welcome you to their sophomore LP, the not-so-creatively-titled M.I.. It tears into the predictable Queers-via-Ramones furious downpicked riffs, and some poppy-as-shit vocals about being beaten up by the cops. It's what's to be expected.

But who the fuck cares? At this point, if you're not sick of their jokes and sugary vocals, you're ready for plenty more. You need more tunes to sing and clap along with, because, like me, you spun their self-titled debut into the ground. You know every word, every cymbal crash, and you air-guitar on your outer thigh during every palm-muted section. With M.I. the quartet of Wisconsinite ski-masked criminals and longing loverboys give us another set of the poppiest of pop punk down to the once-again 13-song tracklist. They still have their all black
outfits with moniker color-coordinating Chucks on, they still love the ladies they can't have, they still want some pizza and still wanna take your hard-earned money to buy said pizza.

But who the fuck cares? The haters that just love to hate? The crusty old punks? The pussy indie rockers (well, other than me)? Fuck them all! MI tear through pop punk jam after pop punk jam, including the previously released single "The Most Beautiful Girl." It was somewhat of a surprise for Fat to introduce the album with this song, since it doesn't mention a single misdemeanor and is just about admiring a certain lady, not even in a creepy stalker way. What gentlemen! But it's up to the high standard of catchiness set by their debut, so who the fuck cares....greg0rb

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