The Blood Brothers have never been ones to hold back. But their latest release, the frantic Young Machetes, finds Seattle’s finest post-hardcore noiseniks indulging in a whole new kind of excess: the big, fat, bloated record. When they fire on all cylinders, with tracks like the album-opening “Set Fire to the Face on Fire,” the Bros make their anger sound sexy, delivering razorblade rock with the sass of a made-up pop tart on TRL. But there’s just too much to digest on this 15-track firework, forcing even the album’s strongest tracks to get lost in the shuffle.