Holy smokes. We don't see many bands coming out of the Hawaiian woodwork, but this combo barrels out of the Aloha State like a damn steamroller. In all senses of the expression, Honolulu's Poncho are your proverbial hot mess to be reckoned with, wielding a gloriously tuneful din that outdoes the likes of buzzkids Vietcong handily. Indeed, theirs is a dichotomous amalgam of strenuous vocals (approaching a bona fide scream) with melodic, distorto-punk guitar lines roaring about like Metal Circus-era Huskers, and Bitch Magnet to boot. "Green Apple," and "A Third Past Four" are my preferred examples of Poncho's manicured noise that has equal footing in the post-punk and emo realms. Such sweaty. sinewy passion, tempered with a healthy dose of sheer nonchalance is a seemingly incomprehensible proposition to wrap one's mind around, but these blokes have actually done gone pulled it off, and I couldn't be more charmed with the results. Hear Poncho for yourself over at Bandcamp (available at a price of your choosing) and it would seem you can find a hard copy here.