Give me some of that summer pop punk. When it's this fucking hot out, there isn't room for subtlety and cleverness. You just gotta put it out there. Cartel has that pop punk voice and timbre, in similar ways we've had "country voice" and "singer-songwriter folk" voice through RC, which is immediately recognizable from the jump. While the sun shines, they're making hay through well-worn cliches: you get what you deserve, all things in their time, people come and go in your life, etc. Slightly trite but also familiar, and fun to just belt out your on-the-sleeve feelings about it.
The last ~fifteen minutes of the album take a bit of a turn. "Prayer" into "Q" & "A" is still definitely the same band's sound but now fucking around a bit more. Credit for keeping it fresh. The last few minutes of "A" in particular are fun but weird, and only upon going back to 1 do I remember where we are coming from. But each time through I remember, and I fall a bit deeper into the groove.
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