The album opens itself with "Step Stones To High Notes", a relaxed-tinged, pop composition. The track, which not only instantaneously showcases lead vocalist Joe Sherman soulful swoon, is an untarnished, antecedent celebration, and unhesitatingly familiarizes the band's audience with the group's unique method of performance. Furthermore, from the album's introductory demonstration alone, it's discernible that The Expos are resting upon a formula built upon a rhythmic approach, and a mild, temperate one at that. The record's second projection, "Five", is undoubtedly the release's most vigorous, wholesome effort, and while it is a tad bit uninspiring to gain the knowledge that the best isn't yet to appear, the song itself is a satisfying retribution, all the same. Additionally, the act's guitars, consistently performs at a level of utmost veneration, and while his ability is perhaps the most proficient on the aforementioned treasure, he holds a steady, admirable position amongst the band's equally talented lineup.

   On "Mayday", the album's fifth output. The installment's output here, and on the album, as a whole, is soothing, and observed as an exhilarating breath of fresh air amongst an ever-so-common, unnamed, widespread group of performers who repeatedly fail to present anything even remotely remunerative. However, we are unable to truly identify the record's second topliner until the release nears its close. On "Losing Ground", Neagle leads the pack through a soul-inspired rhythm, and one that proves itself to be leaving a critic with any feeling but dissatisfaction. The track's presence, alone, is enough to enthrall any audience, and while the composition's predominant concept is much more familiar than a "tried and tested" approach at this point, the ballad is, without question, to be considered memorable.

   However, an analyst's position outlines the duty of presenting an unbiased, unprejudiced overview of content that has fallen victim to microscope, so, as usual; you won't be out of line to expect any less. While Amity certainly have concocted a bodacious, indelible, debut protrusion, it is by no means perfect. To be fair, a select assortment of characteristics do thwart the album's aim of excellence, but, in no way do I believe the group embarked on an assignment to produce a flawless release. For one, the band fail to offer much in terms of variety on Internecine, as while it isn't exactly challenging to differentiate one track from another, a lack of alteration in terms of tempos, moods, and conglomeration is everlastingly intact. Furthermore, despite how passionate lead vocalist Joe Sherman voice may appear, it's a rather demanding chore to swallow for twelve tracks in succession, as his performance offers very little in terms of modification.