...huh is an album that starts in one place and ends somewhere very, very different. With a silly band name, a silly title, and a silly cover, the 45-second opener intro is just a buildup and a stop, with the first proper track back door landing with the weight of Helmet or Foo Fighters when they really slam, hooky and heavy. floss is boss starts with a sample of a girl confessing her obsession with a serial killer, and the song runs with that same ridiculous unsuitable crush joke The Vandals would have been proud of. It Doesn’t Work then comes barrelling in sounding like Blink-182 before they discovered introspection.

the middle slows things down into a proper-emo ballad with a soaring chorus. Naming it after Jimmy Eat World’s definitive anthem is an unsubtle, but earned reference, and the double-time drums in the bridge lift the song into something huge and anthemic. From there the album begins to turn, with karma feeling like a pivot point several shades darker. I Will is brooding and threatening with a Pixies quiet-loud dynamic and a chilling chorus. The record has travelled miles from its silly playful opening, and the epic slow-burn emo closer back and forth ends with desolation that leaves you feeling hollowed out with profound vocal harmonies, aching melancholy, and a wall of noise that crashes with the force of a wave. ...huh sets you up for an easy pop-punk ride, but then pivots into something deeply serious, making you laugh at the start and ache at the end. For the first 10 minutes you’re bouncing and grinning at the hooks and silliness, and then the mood gradually shifts to somewhere entirely different which rattles around in your head long after it ends. The vocals steer clear of that nasal, bratty pop-punk register leaning into fuller grunge textures with bass tones given a physical weight which makes the dark final tracks land with real impact. It’s rare to hear a band guide you on such a stylistic journey while never losing their grip on the energy or the hooks.