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Shit Outta Luck
Family Tradition

Organized Crime (2007) Kevin Fitzpatrick

Shit Outta Luck – Family Tradition cover artwork
Shit Outta Luck – Family Tradition — Organized Crime, 2007

Not to be confused with Hayward's Shit Outta Luck, a ska band - this is Milwaukee's Shit Outta Luck, a meaty, Midwest "hardcore" band. The quotes are for the mere fact that the hardcore term is thrown around with such carelessness these days as to render its true meaning useless. Is S.O.L. hardcore? Not quite by my definition, but they come closer than others. Respectably upholding the tenets of the genre, there's sadly nothing really of note here. Slow-to-mid tempo songs with passable vocals but nothing memorable to speak of, like late-era Agnostic Front. Each song starts out promising with a good downstroke riff but then just goes nowhere. These guys love to drink and by looking at 'em you'd be hard pressed to distinguish them between the Dropkick Murphys, but the lyrics have an unfortunate meathead quality that ultimately castrates the overall purpose.

Shit Outta Luck – Family Tradition cover artwork
Shit Outta Luck – Family Tradition — Organized Crime, 2007

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