Remember how you felt the first time you heard Queensrÿche’s “Silent Lucidity”? Speed Dial draws on that same self-examining power and stir the soul waters.
These bands don’t follow genre convention, they use the rock mulch as fuel and barrel ahead like a big cunt-hungry bulldozer fulla speed, Viagra, and booze.
Having two members from Dissection is great for publicity, but it also creates huge expectations. Forget the comparisons. Soulreaper stands on their own.
Sloppily covering tunes by those who influenced ’em, but these version are bad. They shoulda picked better songs, more songs, and done a better job playin’ ’em.
I may’ve seen these Zappa/Residents meets Voodoo Glow Skulls freaks a few years back (I can’t think of there bein’ another Czech prog-ska band in existence).
“Sugar Water” is rock as gospel. “Can’t seem to find my way home,” and we’re talkin’ in the spiritual sense here. This’d be cheese if not done with such heart.
The production is a little thick and muddy, but Useless I.D. proves pop punk is a universally spoken language. These guys have what it takes in busloads.
A discordant sense of melody that somehow works, a liver-than-a-live drum sound, and positive art school experimentations. Original and pleasing heavy rock.