The only reason that one could even begin to call this metal is the tone of the guitar. Other than that, everything about The Final Upper (songs, lyrics, overall feel) is punk to me. And snot nosed punk at that, Old Grandad finding the most juvenile things just hilarious, reminding me of myself in high school. Well, I'm way past that now, so for me, Old Grandad has almost nothing to capture my attention for more than 30 seconds. The playing is sloppy, the songs primitive, just another run of the mill album. Except, there are a few moments where Old Grandad find their niche, and it's in the slow, sludgy passages that inhabit the midsections of their longer tracks. Of course, there are also long ass tracks that just don't go anywhere, making this album (which should have been around 30 minutes) over an hour in length! There are some moments, but for the most part, this will hit the stacks and sit, because at this point, I just don't want to slog through 30 minutes of crap to get to a couple of good ambient minutes.