Adam Rich isn’t a guitar whiz, but he can sing with the guitar about as well as he can with his voice, which ain’t bad. The best tune is the dusty “Vulture.”
Ditching the screaming and intense styles of their debut, going more melodic pop punk. Some of the songs are catchy and radio-friendly, about half are good.
A substantial portion of the electronic beats has been replaced by more grind, and a touch of electrified doom. The guitars sound more assured and comfortable.
Early ’80s-ish rock nestling itself between The Cranberries and Joan Jett, slightly burned-out chick-fronted grind with less hope in their lyrics than heart.
DFD dances naked in the back of your mind while jackhammering your defenses with coy melodies, Mike Patton theatrics, jazz sax, and death metal fist-fucking.
Member of Thee Shams kick out soulful, laid-back and thoughtful tales. Bit of drug stagger, sorrowful pleas, slide guitar, and harmonies Neil Young’d nod to.