Theres something endearing about a band of rust-belt punks (from Allenstown, Pennsylvania) fronted by a sometime insurance claims adjuster (name of Matt Korvette) whose stated aim is to bludgeon the listener with dull, monotonous droning rock music that just sucks the energy out of you. Like life, then!

Pissed Jeans fifth album catalogues Korvettes frustration at mainstream moeurs in the time-honoured Black Flag mode, only with a binding theme of masculine sexual despondency and a sound a bit like mud with shards of glass in it.

The opener, Waiting On My Horrible Warning, is a test of faith, but the ensuing The Bar Is Low casts an almost Houellebecqian eye on the 21st-century douchebag.

Elsewhere Korvette examines the despondent allure of the Ignorecam there are men whose peculiar fetish is to pay women to ignore them, did you know? while Im a Man, narrated by author Lindsay Hunter, is an everyday horror story of office predator (Lick that envelope Fill that stapler.)

Beneath the nihilism and cynicism and bile, one suspects Pissed Jeans are the last decent men in America.

(Sub Pop)

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