(Fat) I’m not usually a fan of cookie-cutter pop punk, but when the cookies are delicious Israeli Abadi sweet bagel cookies I’ll make an exception. This Tel Aviv quartet is really one of the best in the genre, and the second half of their career has seen the band add some darker themes and more nuanced ideas take hold without losing the hooks or the nasal singing, and this album is no exception, with songs about suffering, depression, and the unusual use of exorcism as a metaphor by a Jewish dude.
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