The band has never sounded better: Awkward catchiness, mind-boggling technicality, third degree-burn ferocity, and just overall fucking top notch songcrafting.
If you can’t handle thrashy vocals and prefer the kinda faggy clear-as-a-(tinker)bell vocals, well, power metal doesn’t get much better than Stratovarious.
The arctic, Norwegian skies of Röyksopp drip with static. The static forms a low hum, backed by hibernating hearts, mutates into seductive repetitions.
I hate to use the word “disappointed,” but nothing better sums up my feelings about Precious. Pick up Distorted Lullabies if you want to be truly moved.