Waiting For God

Quarter Inch Thick (Re-Constriction)
by Scott Hefflon

Starting from a more Gothic standpoint, Waiting For God, a female-fronted outfit that uses keyboards more than guitars, tread the dark waters between the solid shores of metal and pop. The accelerated, almost disco beats of “Apologies” come frightening close to Bonnie Tyler’s “Holding out for a Hero” (which I recall so vividly from the tractor-driven game of chicken in Footloose), yet the choppy drum machine use in other songs counteracts the effect nicely. Surprisingly, the percussion and rhythm section fall out of sync with one another, either due to some philosophical lag I’m not familiar with, or they just got sloppy. The moody washes of dissonance are so dark and smooth, I actually wish they’d cutback on the thump, thump, thump of the dancefloor beats and grind, grind of guitars gnashing their teeth. Let the songs breath a little. Daemon Cadman’s got a voice that’d lull sailors to steer toward jagged rocks, but the song structures keep her as cruelly restricted as a tight girdle.