Grand Magus use the bluesy rockin’ tools handed down to’m and do a fine job working quick riff blazes like their contemporaries, Sheavy and Orange Goblin.
A collection of dated keyboard tones, unbridled storyteller’s pomp, and most importantly, exotic vocal melodies and underlying musical accompaniment thereof.
This Italian duo overuse Isahn and company’s symphonic style and the thin production and mediocre drum machine don’t help. A re-release of Ephel Duath’s debut.
Synth-rock without some big freakin’ pretension of art. Kinda like, I dunno, Servatron, like mebbe if Devo had been as cool as everyone assumes them to be.
Libertine plays slower than American Heartbreak, so mebbe they’re more sensitive, or wussy or somethin’ and sometimes they remind me of a John Hughes movie.
Not as good as the hype, but here’s no denying Elbow’s balance of heroin grooves, disembodied vocals, and haunting melodies create an intriguing misery.