The Matrimonials self-titled album opens with grandeur with a track called “Bobby 17 | 3.141593.” Why pi is relevant, I don’t know, but someone (who I can only assume is Bobby) shouts out a two-minute pseudo-sermon about three wise men. Lord knows what he’s talking about, but it certainly gets you pumped up for the next 18 tracks. The band’s music sounds like a cross between new and old punk. On songs like “In Cleveland” and “Bigboiz” they sound like the take influence from Sex Pistols and The Ramones. There’s a The Offspring and 311 feel on songs like “Suspiria.” If you judged this album by it’s case and liner notes, you might think this grungey album that was all over the place. With tracks titles like “Sylvester Stallone is not my Friend but if He were He’d be my Best Friend,” “Taylor swiff” and “Sequins and Sodomy,” who could blame you? But the songs are much more structured than the CD packaging likes to make it appear. The highlights of this album are the great vocals and the length of the album. Since there are 19 tracks, you get to hear every facet of the band. The majority of the songs are straight punk, but on four of the songs you get to hear some unexpected influence. The songs “Saturday Night Cleaver” and “Sequins and Sodomy” sound like they’re straight from an ‘80s hair band. “California” and “Matty Play Guitar Cool” have a country/rockabilly feel. All in all, this is a fun CD. The songs aren’t about very serious things and the few seconds of conversation in between each song show the dynamic of the band and that they like to have a good time. If you’re looking for a solid punk album that you can still sing along to, this is the one you need to pick up. There are 19 tracks of glorious punk music, including the song numbered 666 (track 19) called “Happy Birthday Jesus!” If that doesn’t make it worth picking up, I don’t know what does.