I have a real problem with new prog wankery that can’t hold a candle to classic prog wankery, and the trendy indie dipshits who can’t tell the difference.
Good, chaotic, loud & boisterous, totally locked-in rhythm, freakin’ horns’n’reeds. Either from NYC or Chicago. A “band to know” nod from AP and an EP on Thick.
South have again reinvented themselves with great results, daring to challenge the modern aesthetically-led audience to look beneath appearances for the goods.
Geoff Tate has stayed true to his longstanding disdain for metal and delivered a record that is dark, complicated, true to the spirit of Operation Mindcrime.
On Some Echoes, the band don’t look to conquer new territory as much as expand upon what they’ve already cultivated: Less virtuosity and more memorability.
Genuine songs that would translate into your choice of styles, The Epoxies just happen to be set in a synthesized setting with a background of punky guitars.