by Scott Hefflon
Glasseater are one of those not-very-good punk bands that copped a different, not-very-imaginative style (in this case hardcore yelling, but it coulda been emo breakdowns or math rock noodling or nü metal groove-trudge for all it fuckin’ matters) and still sucks. But they move reputable numbers cuz some people are still impressed that they can put music on little spinning cee-dees. Oh, and there are breakdowns and groove-oriented knuckle-drags, just to suck my ass that much more. Man, and if the singer could sing (hitting a few right notes would be a step in the right direction), it might help. A singer who can’t sing is like a printer that doesn’t print. Left on the curb on trash night – sad, alone, and smelling of dog piss. That’s no way to go, buddy… Take voice lessons.
(13772 Goldenwest Ave. #545 Westminster, CA 92683)