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Troublemaker
Sons of No One

Neutral Territory (2009) Michael

Troublemaker – Sons of No One cover artwork
Troublemaker – Sons of No One — Neutral Territory, 2009

New Jersey's Troublemaker (not to be confused with the Westcoast one) bring forth seven new songs on their Sons of No One 7". The band offer up a raw hardcore punk approach that brings to mind Trash Talk and early Outbreak. Tracks like "Worse for Wear" and "Drone" are short and frenzied while "Enabler" and "Beating a Dead Workhorse" are drawn out and slowed down, but equally as heavy.

There are parts of this record that I really enjoy, but then there are those moments where I can tell the band is still finding their sound. This is the band's first set of songs after their demo, so expecting perfection isn't justified. I think their next release could really set them up for success.

6.5 / 10Michael • December 10, 2009

Troublemaker – Sons of No One cover artwork
Troublemaker – Sons of No One — Neutral Territory, 2009

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