L.A. punks The Bronx lay their mariachi band alter-ego to one side after a two record stint, returning to a more traditional rock-based sound on their fourth self-titled LP. The formula hasn't changed a great deal since their last “proper” release back in 2008; Matt Caughthran's spirited yelps are instantly familiar, and the rhythm section's beefy, colourful tones ring out positively.
It's a consistent ride, and contains enough evidence to show they're keen to flaunt the loud stuff again. Proof can be found in both the anthemic, hook-riddled Along for the Ride, and the fluttery waltz of Torches, which sounds like an abstract, alternative take of Weezer's My Name is Jonas. Though The Bronx IV lacks the demented bite of their early material, its accessible approach to hard rock is nonetheless refreshing and seems a logical next step for a band that has outgrown the club circuit. [Ross Watson]