Reviewed by Eric Saeger
Take a bunch of Cleveland-burb kids who wish they were in either Airborne Toxic Event, Unsane or Thursday, let them yell, holler and flog themselves in a studio and itâ€™d sound like this. If Iâ€™m reading their blurb sheet right theyâ€™re moving away from the indie-punk that was their original formative glue and fumbling for their inner pop stars, and that approach works for the first song (Bell Book & Candle). But this maturity gets quickly lost, as they gradually and visibly become possessed by their favorite Seether videos, and by the sixth song itâ€™s a contest to see how ragged the singer can sound â€“ okay, whatever, â€œragged and powerful simultaneously.â€ Itâ€™s an admirable attempt, really; I suppose if I were in the miserable position of being 21 again and trying to add a little hard-ass credibility to my emo-pop Iâ€™d be sold on this angle (To Dig A Hole is particularly cool). And there youâ€™d have it, integrity maintained, rock-star dreams invariably crushed.