Continuing what is shaping up to be a pretty healthy run of Bay Area worship, I introduce you to San Jose's NO MISTAKE. With Rich (PERMANENT RUIN, SOUR PATCH, IN DISGUST) sitting behind the drums, you can be assured that it's going to be good, but I genuinely had no idea what was in store for me when I first saw them. Throw Mike Bullshit (SFA, GO!) into the mix and the result is something akin to NYHC put through an early '00s thrash filter. Fiercely determined and more than a little cynical (punk offers the former, while the latter is perhaps enhanced by age), but there's a positivity here that's impossible to hide. Also, they shred.