(Dirt Cult Records)
Right from the first few seconds of Nameless Faces, you can tell if you will love or hate the album. This isn’t a grower. Their unapologetic punk is in your face and has raw production that accents their garage sound. Frontwoman Lizzie’s howls bring to mind the heyday of the Riot Grrl movement, simultaneously beautiful and terrifying as she maneuvers it like an instrument. Their sound is fierce and explosive and one hell of an exciting listen.
While the fast pace of the album ensures little time for respite, there are moments of melody that add depth to the sound. On one track they may bring to mind Sleater-Kinney at their most rabid, while the next there are hints of the Runaways. On “Strangers” there is a noticeable Ramones vibe, which is exciting because it is done well. For some bizarre reason there still remains a lot of sexism in the punk scene, to the point where it feels triumphant to hear an all-female band kicking ass so confidently. The Stops play better than many of their peers and this is a wonderful album with plenty to love.
Throughout the album, the band remain true to their core garage punk sound while exploring outward to bring in various other influences. The songs are short, fast and the album blazes by in only 20 minutes, begging for excessive repeated listening. (Dustin Blumhagen)