The young and dramatically sexual vocalist, Thom Yorke, sang with such energy and emotion that he was drenched in a glistening sweat after the first song.
The production is professional without sounding like Ratt; the vocals go beyond the settle-for-Seattlesque sound, with bright, almost Bo Deanish harmonies.
These guys have that toss-your-head-from-side-to-side energy. What they lack in flash, they more than compensate for with catchy hooks and overall fun.
I like it, I’m not sure why. The promo pack had cut and paste reviews that informed me that nobody gets these guys. I don’t feel better, just equally stupid.
We did a two-page spread on Riot Act in the first issue before most people had even heard of ’em. Were we wrong in foreseeing the future? It appears not.