They’ve shied away from the Bon Jovi in kilt and combat boots that plagued Oot and Aboot. Come a long way t’wards becoming the Scottish Dropkick Murphys.
Forgettable name, but Slave To The System turns out to be a cool bit of rock star marriaging in the Audioslave, Velvet Revolver, Brides of Destruction oeuvre.
Go back to the thirty-second song, then find your own identity. The Rydells’ Jimmy, Denny, and Billy write short enough songs, but repeat them into annoyance.
An odd mix of light indie rock and noisy indie rock. I’m too high-strung to sit through the quiet songs, but “Design the Fight” and “Metal” are intriguing.
Eight years in the making, demo deals with Columbia and Immortal. They’re not just another melodic punk band with layered harmonies, there’s substance here.
Top-notch sobbing male vocals matched by strong anthemic female vocals belted out like Lullacry, Heart, and Drain STH. The guitars chug hard but melodically.
If you like your Blind Guardian-esque metal without the swooping highs and lows and feats of derring-do, then look to the cheeky audacity of Savage Circus.