Trona delivers a solid release filled with everything from driving guitar rock and cow-punk to power ballads all conferred with confidence and potency.
Meandering, mushy guitar, reams of moody organ, strings of wrangly guitars, miles of dead air, bump-in-the-road vocals, and a tunnelful of tin can reverb.
I am a fan of most Japanese pop music, but this sounds like a few kids’ parents bought them a four-track and a cheap keyboard with a bad drum machine built-in.
The bands starts laying on other grooves, straight into the next track, using electronics and a processed drum beat that keeps your synapses popping off.