Reviewed by Eric Saeger
This Chicago neo-hardrock four-piece has a tough nut to crack, mainly because they do stuff correctly. They’re equal parts Gravity Kills (the on-the-phone-patch hollering part), Offspring (the singer’s a dead-ringer when in normal mode) and Avenged Sevenfold (the riff part), in other words they’re pretty much the perfect prescription for white anger-management kids who can’t deal with rap. But the budget bins are fully stocked forever with guys who apply logic to their outstanding music while meanwhile refusing to work on their knuckleball. No, not joke songs, who the hell needs any more of those, I’m talking (again) about things like samples, glitch, white-noise, Bavarian polka, I don’t care, just something to make the stuff stand out, a value-add. I sense a lot of intelligence here, however, and trust that they could weave something wacky into this stuff as long as the whole team’s on board.
Grade: B+
