For ten years, Screaming Females have been bringing their specific brand of three-piece punk shred to basements all over the world. It’s jarring, then, that on their new long player Rose Mountain, the veneer of scuzz that coated their past
recordings has been stripped clean in favor of a more produced, metal-sounding
attack. Punk purists may remember the final Jawbreaker album, which was loudly
and widely decried as a sellout (until revisionist history changed its mind
years later). Worry not, for this is not
your father’s devisive Dear You.
