180 degrees from their last output (the math-metalcore of Until Your Heart Stops), Cave-In’s new EP spits in the faces of Hessians and hardcore tough guys.
77’s lead weirdo, Paulo Eno, is supposedly this intellectual, a professor of some kind in Coimbra, Portugal, but mostly he yells and grunts a whole lot.
At their best, they resemble X with two Exenes. At their most neutral, they toss off an okay alt-country jangle. At their worst, they’re AOR radio schmucks.
They play not-very-interesting mid-tempo rock with a halfway decent sense of hooks and frequent obliging nods to Lennon/McCartney, Lou Reed, and Tom Verlaine.
Good to very-good guitar stroke concerned with things falling apart, (minds, relationships, feelings). Total blues feeling w/o adhering to any conventions.
30footFall is picking up where Guttermouth left off. They’re fast, they’re irreverent, and they make fun of themselves as much as everything around them.