There’s a certain something in this sixth full-length. Call it a maturation of their deep fried Southern country punk rawk or more singalongs than usual…
The Ani who learned to sneer and growl has finally joined fists with the much calmer, experimental jazz and funk self she’s presented over the past few albums.
The band has never sounded better: Awkward catchiness, mind-boggling technicality, third degree-burn ferocity, and just overall fucking top notch songcrafting.
If you can’t handle thrashy vocals and prefer the kinda faggy clear-as-a-(tinker)bell vocals, well, power metal doesn’t get much better than Stratovarious.