Featuring ex-members of Cubanate and Front 242, the pulsating rhythms of Cyber-Tec remind me of such veteran maestros as Ultravox, Visage, and Classix Nouveaux.
In the 1960s, Mal Sharpe and Jim Coyle would tape interviews with random people they met on the street. These interviews were about fantastical subjects.
This is the first CD offering from biker/Highway Poet, Colorado T. Sky, and it’s a pure gem. It’s not perfect, in fact, it’s somewhat proud of its own flaws.
The music is HEAVY. Thick, dark, and raging. A caustic liquid, dripping from my speakers like rivers of fire, howling and shrieking in anger and torment.
I don’t know why they want to be Filter, but if they keep not doing what they’re good at, perhaps they’ll succeed in being a second-rate flash-in-the-pan.
The low-end drone is its Salisbury steak, the L7-ish vocals are the mashed potatoes with gravy, and the ’70s acid rock nostalgia kick is its peas and carrots.
While using some of the great elements of Black Metal, the thin production, weak transitions, and uninnovative musicianship make this little more than filler.