The first image I have in my mind when I hear the music of Homesick is 4 or 5 skinny kids in plain white t-shirts and holey jeans jumping all over a cheap wooden stage, cranking out treble-heavy hardcore. Sure, it's messy sometimes, and thins out other times, but it's off-the-cuff and in-your-face, like it should be. Just keep Ben Pien screaming, and not stumbling through actual singing (like in "Our Father's Promise").
