Catchy propulsive Pop-Punk/midtempo electric guitar-driven 90s fun Pop that brings to mind summer vacations, road trips, sports, beaches, fraternity bros with backward baseball caps, people who "whooooo" a lot and embracing our innate drive to do stupid things, like watching a solar eclipse with the naked eye or playing Catch The Hammer. A wall of impossibly big guitars, electric bass and acoustic drums explodes into a driving, determined and fun-loving party of distortion and stunted masculinity until a break @:30 allows the cut a moment of half-time self-reflection that eventually returns to the energetic chorus @1:43 but this time adds melodic guitar feedback and a more determined sense of self-destructiveness. Oh look, it's now challenging other tracks on the album to a fight.