Black Ends’ self-described gunk-pop is about as sweet as that wad of asphalt-crusted bubblegum
you found stuck on the bottom of your favorite boots. Much like the legendary grunge bands that
influenced the Seattle trio, Black Ends is artfully adept at smothering catchy pop and rock structures
with toxic levels of grime; but please don’t call them “post-grunge”, the term used to describe the
major label wave of flannel-clad bands trying to capitalize on grunge’s aesthetic. If you must,
“post-post-grunge” may be more apt at capturing Black Ends’ reaction against this type of commercialization.