Blaring muscular, bottom-heavy punk with a melodic burnish, this D.C. quartet doesn't exactly run the stylistic gamut, but does discharge some furious spy jazz on one track on For Your Own Special Sweetheart. Guitarist J. Robbins' intelligent yet obscure lyrics of self-exploration reveal that beneath the seismic rumblings and stinging guitar lines roams a sensitive soul. Rock rarely gets this hard. B+

