As a respectful head-nod to the initial drive and ferocity of the record under review, I’ll cut right to the chase, no bullshit: Heart To Heart’s self-titled full-length is a focused attack of twelve testaments as to why Melodic Punk Rock and Hardcore is still rightfully bleeding through the scene today. Emotionally evocative, relentless, enormous--it’s not perfect, but even its flaws serve to showcase the album’s outright sincerity. There’s no cherry on top. The California five-piece is pissed the fuck off and they’re going to make sure you know it, hear it, feel it, long after the 45-minute record is up.
