Darkest Hour

The Prophecy, Fulfilled (Art Monk Construction)
by Scott Hefflon

For some unexplainable reason, I think Darkest Hour are really cool. I mean, they’re silly, silly people who take themselves way too fuckin’ seriously, but there’s something here that’s just right on. Their bio is such metaphysical horseshit that I got no pertinent info out of it other than the band’s from the D.C. area, and while their lyrics are better left unread, there’s a melodic rock current beneath all the minor chords and howling. And when the band launches from some age-old slow mosh part into a thumpa-thumpa-thumpa part I’m sure they think is bad-ass, I have to grin and think, for very different reasons, these guys fuckin’ rule! Of the six songs presented, “Broken Wings” is a repetitive acoustic progression that’s probably supposed to impress us with the band’s breadth, and the last song, “Coda XIII,” is a windswept-castle-on-the-hill keyboard song that’s just so darn cute you can’t help but like these guys. Think the ending of Faith No More’s “Epic,” but with more wind. Very scary, fellas.
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