They’re poppy as all hell, catchy as a cold, and teenage girls around the world wait for the cute boy in art class to text them back while listening to this.
Michael Korb has a gentle voice he often lets soar, like Muse or Ours, but without the near-metal drama backdrop. The strumming is natural as dew drops at dawn.
Indie rock, with lite psych flourishes and new wave keyboards (New Order darkness and depth plus celebration, not “Safety Dance” frivol), and laidback vocals.
A good band treading water in a pool of good ideas, not sticking with any one idea/style long enough or having the experience to focus on it and make it happen.
This H.E. Miller guy has an interesting, classic rock voice (like T. Rex or thicker Hellacopters, very everyman-sounding), and plays a good noisy rock guitar.
Three releases and an EP, and they still let the guy “sing”? Third-rate female-fronted Goth metal (on Napalm? Gee, really?) with pro-production by Alex Krull.
This CD is no worse than dozens of classic heavy metal releases I hold dear, and I’ll have words with anyone who doesn’t give them their rightful respect.