A bright and expensive-sounding recording with juiced electricity at the guitars, crafted o’er an upbeat punk-charged collection of songs with shouty vocals.
DC metalcore favorites getting back together had me as giddy as a school girl. But the three good tunes here are no match for the rest of the album’s tragedies.
It lacks of urge to be heavy for heavy’s sake, oddly mirroring the Violent Storm record experience, from Doogie White’s erstwhile Yngwie bandmate Mick Cervino.
High-octane, well-heeled burr-under-the-saddle blues attack rock and roll. One of the five best live bands I’ve seen, and I saw Nuge/Black Oak Arkansas in ’78.
Like Van Halen and the Crüe, they were the house band at L.A. hair metal haven, Gazarri’s, albeit only crafting one major label record, making them a footnote.
Like Paradise Lost, Amorphis seems bent on encompassing their catalogue and compressing it into diamonds of progressive, note-dense, mostly quite heavy tracks.
Tori at her most flexible and multi-faceted. The sheer length of the album could be a turn off to people who don’t have the time or perseverance to harvest it.