I definitely agree with the Faraquet comparions these guys have been getting, but This Bright Apocalypse could use some of their heroes’ vocal conviction.
Guitars soar the sky like Top Gun fighter jets, choirs “Oh” majestically, and the beats pound away like ’80s rock, rain splashing off the snare drum’n’shit.
The first two albums (reissued here on one disc) still sound as goose bump-inducing and eeriely haunting as the day they first massacred death metal fans.
It’s a relief to hear a band that’s obviously true to their roots of ’80s-style hardcore try to interject their own twist to that style, but it just doesn’t quite work for me.
The strain is starting to show as their brand of flawlessly-played Floridian death metal grind and groove through 11 tracks that barely vary from one another.
Upbeat and poppy, like Austin Powers or ’70s David Bowie. Four out of the 13 songs are hummable enough that I find myself singing along before the song’s end.
Mournfully beautiful music that’d fit with Miles Davis’ “Kind of Blue,” John Cale’s “The Academy in Peril,” Kronos Quartet’s take on Phillip Glass’ “Company.”