The title track urges "I can't stand up for falling down" and is almost metallic in its scissoring riff patterns, but the Vacancies aren't just another tuneless bunch of rivetheads cranking it up without any thought to musical dynamics (just listen to "Burn"'s dancing bass line). As the anthemic "Saturday Saints" -- an almost-Wayne Kramer bout of tuneful righteous indignation -- proves, the Vacancies are capable of standing on the front line of current rock standards. "Hellbelow" is a perfect example of the band's incendiary full-throttle approach, and it's been a long time since anyone's done anything like "Get Love," where every riff, lick, and melodic nuance is used to build maximum excitement. This is the whole meaning of rock 'n' roll, and the Vacancies-like peers the Agenda, the Points, and the Pattern understand this. Once again, faster/louder holds all the keys.