Jack's squeaky, scratchy, high-pitched voice is annoying over this pure indie album descended from gritty punk. Distorted but sparse guitar lines reverberate over simplistic drum beats. Melodic intrigue is added by the use of a keyboard/electric piano/rhodes around the crashing drums and guitars. A couple of slower, folkier, less 'noisy' songs are a welcome respite from the sharp, loud tone across the rest of the album, but Jack's voice doesn't have the same range as say Frank Turner or Dallas Green, and the high-pitched squeaky scratch doesn't carry those songs as beautifully as I would hope. Not really my cup of tea, but I can see why folks like it.