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Improving on their very fine, self-titled debut album, Sing Sing Death House, is battle-scarred and resolute, but brody’s tough voice is more expressive than your average punker’s and especially affecting when she flaunts the full range of her throaty snarl on “Seneca Falls,” an appreciation of the women’s suffrage movement set to chugging guitars and a thumpity-thump bass, there’s an exceptional, goosebumpinducing though unintelligible chorus, which soars above the music because of the emotional quality of brody’s howl.
Otherwise, the music is quite stirring, coming from a gang of gutter-punks with lip piercings.
Sick of it all
I am a revenant
The young crazed peeling
Sing sing death house
Bullet & the bullseye
City of angels