For those of you who live and die for punk music and would call today’s pop-punk/glam-rock bands awful, here is a new one for you.

The Party of Helicopters’ newest innovative sound trap “Please Believe It” pushes the boundaries of punk. That, unfortunately, is all it can do.

Together since 1995 and successfully releasing more than nine albums, PoH is a veteran in the underground world of punk. Uncaring vocals and its own version of guitar riffs make this band something more than original.

Normally, songs like “The Toucher,” which is about a little brother and a moustache, and “The Good Punk,” which obviously talks about how good of a punk he is (just a little self-contradicting), would just be out of place. In this album, the songs seem to strangely fit the norm.

Try to categorize its listening fan base and it will throw you for a heart attack. There is something for everyone as PoH takes pride in having fans of every musical background, from the extreme metal heads to all the little emo boys and girls.

Its distinctiveness can be described only as an obscure Incubus-sounding band, turned punk, with no trance feel included, and the gap filled with banging. Its melodies include no type of set tone, as one turn of the disc will implement a steady beat or rhythm with the next wielding a sound of agony, then back again. But maybe, that is PoH’s point.

PoH’s album may be nothing more than the product of very talented individuals who are only trying to break the boundaries of music with no certain method or reason for it.

What an innovative band is supposed to do is take a certain aspect of a musical genre and glorify it, horrify it or take a new stance on how it’s interpreted.

What PoH’s album does is complicate what once were basic guitar riffs into something less than abstract harmony. One very important thing it does not do is give direction.

Compared to other successful groundbreaking bands like The Ramones, Tool or even the Pixies, PoH is not even in the same ballpark.