For those who revel in a “heavy metal”-ish sounding guitar used alongside choirs, a lonely piano, and a full-on orchestra, here’s a real treat for you.
Gone are the snakespit vocals, replaced by Anders Fridén and his huskier snarl. The dueling guitars, battling in mid-air like bloodthirsty hawks, remain.
“I’m going to a triplety-triplety vocal like I burned my hand and I’m hopping around the room, then I’m going to howl like a demonchild who wants his mommy.”
Fist-bang favorites, time changes, key changes, and while-my-guitar-gently-weeps-through-lots-of-effects, with Lombardo’s heavy tribal drumming influences.
It’s hard to tell if a given song by Broken Hope is doing anything particularly interesting, but hell, it sure sounds like it’s taking the world by storm.