Ripped And Torn

The trio compels you to return to it again and again on Ripped & Torn—it's just that catchy—all while paving the way for the next generation of curious teens who have uncles with cool record collections.

While relentlessly hooky and cathartic in addition to noisy, the album is submerged in a lo-fi murk deemed imperative by the songs themselves. In other words, after hearing it, it’s hard to imagine or want this album any other way -- and that’s a sign of something special.

They pace the whole album like experts, hopping from idea to idea within the same song, never letting the pace drag. Spending the summer with Ripped and Torn is gonna be fun.

Some of their most distorted guitars, drones and screeching metal might prove too challenging for many palates, but it’s refreshing to hear a young band make such a bold racket.

Boy, so they know what they're doing on this whipsmart debut. [Jul 2025, p.31]

Ripped and Torn is the sound of a band making music with the care and attention of a kid standing over a Risograph, printing up the interviews his friends have typed up for their zine, leaving fingerprints on every page.

Employing rhythmic sideswipes, jarring guitar clangour and dub bass frequencies through a production filter marked 'Mud'. [Summer 2025, p.79]

The balance between genuine tunes and strangled-cat guitars eventually tips in the wrong direction. Having burst through the door and made a grand entrance, the album doesn’t have a second move to make. The title track nearly evinces some emotion rather than mere attitude, but doesn’t get any closer than some vague lyrics about being “home in the front yard”.