<span><span><span>- Wow, I’ve got that ‘I’m gonna regret this…’ feeling. In one fell swoop I’m going to take a chance on a local band that I’ve never heard of before today, with less than a hundred followers on Facebook (don’t you judge me, I know you look at this stuff too!) and admit just how many earnest teenage hours I nodded along to </span><strong>Alice In Chains </strong><span>on my discman, in my bedroom.</span></span></span>

<p><span><span>- Under Joyce Manor’s shambolic charm, they've always hidden away an overachieving ability, working like crazy to shield a pop song behind endearing punk. In every release to this point, that insulated pop flair has been gradually, but ever more insistently pushing its way to the forefront. Thirteen years on from their debut demo, it sounds to me as though the now three piece have come to a comfortable point where they can fully embrace this. There must be something in that SoCal water, man.