On this new album, Bleached takes the listener hostage, placing them right in the center of their tornado of emotional upheaval and refusing to relinquish their hold until the storm has diminished. You might surrender to anguish, but you’ll be dancing through the ache. ►

Prettiest Eyes is like the house band in the elevator to hell. ►

This is the kind of joint that would have been played on Friday Night Flavors twenty-two years ago, and the next morning yours truly would be flying down the 10 to get the wax at Fatbeats. (Vermont location!) ►

When the apocalypse is nigh, that final Paul Revere ride won’t just be somebody shouting that ruin is on the way. Instead, they’ll be playing Zig-Zags at pulverizing volume. ►

Imagine, if you would, the Dead Boys without the blatant nihilism. Into the Iris is an epicenter, radiating the contradictions and ambiguities of living in search of some type of hope. ►