19 tracks of sonic landscaping, too short to assume the dubious “ambient” label, yet so inwardly oriented and self-contained, “songs” doesn’t work either.
Call it metal, call it hard rock, at its core, Roadsaw’s sound is like granite. They ain’t even afraid to throw in melody and cool hooks within the grooves.
While the tempo of their moron punk is up to par, it just doesn’t seem as convincing. They blast through the songs, but it seems like habit, not passion.
The lead vocals, by Christian Fall, can get as gravelly as Rancid’s, or as melodic and tough as British punk of the ’80s, kinda like The Clash sans accent.