While I’ll hold on to R.I.P. dearly for one last glimpse of their excellence, I can’t help but feel that this compilation of sorts doesn’t do the band justice.
Instead of hurling dark balls of angst into an echoing mosh pit of depression, Dejha walks through her emotional fires and emerges as a woman galvanized.
Well-sung, clean-guitar-o-plenty emo with a pinch of rock. A lot of Midwest influence in the way the vocals grab you by the chest and rub onions in your eyes.
While some might find the modernization of Cheap Trick’s style nothing special, to find a band that keeps it interesting, song after song, that’s something.