If emo is the emotionally effusive and tender
offspring of hardcore punk, there should be a new word coined for Milwaukee's Number 9
Hard. Call them “inebrio.” They're all about their booze. And screwing. And, if
the graphics of this 15-song assault on all things tasteful indicate any truth
about them, junk food. They may use the circled anarchist “A” in their logo,
but the extent of their personal politics stretches merely to grousing about
dead-end jobs and nothing-to-do towns, or telling bothersome people to piss
Like some types of blues, one can take N9H either as
heirs to tradition or tired as the day is long. This quartet's infusion of
nimble ska makes them the scions of forebears such as Operation Ivy and Rancid.
It also makes the profanity-laden blathering of these louts plenty catchy. And
if you don't like that, they'd probably tell you to piss off, too.