Veering from their hook-injected punk to take an edgier, more eclectic approach, and their influences are obvious. A bizarre mix, because somehow, it works.
Greatdayforup writes snappy and memorable songs, surprisingly so for a heavy rock band, and stomps the fuck out of them with a brutally heavy non-metal attack.
Guitar work is fantastic, the song-crafting is good. Power metal’s inherent cheesiness factor is present throughout. Like a bad guest, it overstays its welcome.
Ya wouldn’t dare name yer album this without some head-bobbing yahoo on there. And T. Raumschmiere is no dummy. Not a showoff, not a wanker, he’s a madman.
Formerly the London Quireboys. They were bluesy, kinda like Cinderella, who were a lot better than their fashion sense. Singer sounded like Rod Stewart.