photo by Kira Emery; photo courtesy of Knyvet

Album Review of The Ghouls: Handle With Care

Handle With Care is the debut album from The Ghouls. It’s a raw and frequently raucous romp.

The band won the 2024 Rock & Roll Rumble and were named Rock Artist of the Year at the 2024 Boston Music Awards. In 2025, The Ghouls were again nominated in the Rock Artist of the Year category, with the Handle With Care album and the song “Lovestruck” nominated in the Album of the Year and Song of the Year categories, respectively. George Danahy (lead vocals, guitar), Peter Trainor (guitar), Jacob Babcock (bass), and Bryce Maher (drums) have taken the Boston-area music scene by storm, and deservedly so.

cover art by Peter Trainor; image courtesy of Knyvet

Handle With Care‘s opening track, “Pocket of Gold,” makes a stellar first impression, kicking off immediately with a raucous, raw, garage rock throwback energy, with just a hint of Jimmy Eat World-ish, catchy pop-punk sensibility, wrapped in a cynical but highly energetic romp of a song that I guarantee would have The Rat (Boston’s infamous Rathskeller) jumping and hopping back in its late ’80s/early ’90s era. The Ghouls are absolutely the sort of band I’d have expected to see there, though I’d be exiting the show commenting “Wow, this band is so much more memorable than the bands we usually see at The Rat. Eh, it happens sometimes; that’s why we keep going back.”

But I digress. The energy continues with song two, “Garfield,” as does the hookiness. There’s just so much barely-controlled (or perhaps not-so-controlled) frenetic energy on the this album’s first two songs. Wow!

As song three, “Lovestruck,” begins, you’ll find yourself thinking “OK, I was expecting the melancholy at some point, and here it is.” Well, sort of. The song’s intro deceives a little, as once it kicks in it’s a little peppier, though not at all energetic like the first two tracks. Still, it’s light, pleasant, with a subtle rhythmic hook and an on-brand low-fi, short guitar bridge whose musicality slightly obscures its lyrics’ introspective, oh-so-familiar indecisiveness.

“Hellbound” brings back the energy, with a heavy rhythm and offbeat edginess that serve as the song’s original flourish. “For You,” then, backtracks to the band’s airier, rawly light, introspective stylish alter ego, replete with anguished wails in the vocals.

“Scopophobia” falls somewhere between its two preceding tracks, lowkey for the first minute before bursting forth with a bit more energy, though in this rare case clearly restrained. Vocally it’s comparatively steady and temperate, mostly (for The Ghouls; not for almost anyone else), and there’s even an ’80s New Wave-ish recurring segment. Somehow, though, the song’s antiestablishment complaintancy sneaks up on you, and the last minute or so channels bands like Green Day with a vibe of full-on-noise-driven disdain. The path this track takes, it’s almost more of a composition than just a song in the typical sense, but it’s a well-designed, fun journey.

“Reach for the Sky” returns to the slow-tempo anguish. Honestly, you need a few of these respites from the unabashed energy of the rest of the tracks on the record, and only in that sense can you really call it a respite, as this and The Ghouls’ other similar songs are certainly complicated enough to keep the mind engaged, and they’re not exactly thematically relaxing. But yeah, if appreciates song sequencing, you’re gonna enjoy the various tracks’ placement on this record, with “Reach for the Sky” being a prime example.

Penultimate number “Game” is as pop as a full-on garage rock band gets. The first minute’s music bed is just light distorted guitar, helping focus attention on the semi-detachedly emotional, raw vocals. Even the more heavily instrumented parts of this record are of more a pop-rock caliber than at a garagey-alt-rock level, keeping focus on the song’s cool melody and tempo, and lyrics like the clever “I guess that’s why they call it ghosting, ’cause I feel the haunts” and the late-song repeat of “You can’t stop screaming. I’m up here dreaming. You’re gonna make me go find someone else.” The song then closes with a power build and a nifty guitar riff because, you know, this is a f*ckin’ rock band. If we’re judging by desire for repeat listens, then this probably ranks alongside “Pocket of Gold” and “Garfield,” for me at least, as must-adds to my personal playlist.

Having said that, the band closes with another contender, “Goodbye,” which is both raucous and tightly tuneful, replete with that “piss off, we’re rocking here” attitude at the core of many of the very best garage rock bands, as well as that of the song’s first-person subject, who seems blissfully unaware that his story is supposed to be a cautionary tale.

All in all, Handle With Care is a helluva rock and roll disc. If you like rock, pop-rock, garage-rock, guitars, the edgier pop-punk, or more mainstream-friendly old-school punk, The Ghouls and their award-nominated collection are a must-listen.