Reviewed by Eric Saeger
Last Winter have a lot of things not-going for them. One, they’re from Florida. Worse, they’re from Orlando. And last, they’re trying to find safe haven for their unadventurous rawk in the plain-vanilla waters of the emo-rock Bermuda Triangle, hoping to survive the soulless vortex that’s swallowed so many Vans Tour wannabes that, come on, it’s fricking sad, man. Straight-up stuff here, overly compressed guitars, government-issue vocals that’ll be mistaken for Taking Back Sunday as often as for Bowling For Soup. Intro song ‘Copper Bones’ whips out the melodic strength associated with Good Charlotte et al, and then comes ‘Nightlaunch’, a careless fail of filler native to bands that have one song to offer the world. ‘The Northern Lights’ fades out nicely on a spastic fractal, leading into chick-magnet sort-of-ballad “’Neptune’ – basically Avril Lavigne with (a certain amount of) testosterone. Faint signs of life here, but almost nothing to differentiate this lot from any other pack of rich suburban yahoos who’ve ever shown up at a studio brandishing dad’s Amex.