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.
Fans seem content with “genre bands,” but the rare melody break of “Breathe for Me,” lets ya know this band has the goods, they just usually fail to bring it.
Antler is most of Roadsaw. Rich vocals and lots of tips of the hat to classic rock (and Southern rock), it’s just too mired in mid-tempo and weak balladeering.
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.
This oompa metal classic takes the keg. I dare you to play “Happy Little Boozer” and not play it again. The refrain is hollered by Vikings until all are happy.
As usual, the music is formulaic, but with every album, you’re never let down. The vocals continue to evolve into a cleaner sound, and the production is superb.
Ripper gets to run his own ship. A cool first step, a measure of variety, but maybe just a bit too grimly clanking and double bass-barraged for my liking.