Karmella’s Game write accessible synth pop without dumbing down too much. There are smart vocals, tasty harmonies, and most importantly, songs that go somewhere.
Born with the same visceral affection as Jeff Buckley and the sixth sense of pop mastery ala Jason Falkner, Coryell’s moody take on polished California pop is like an aural orgasm.
Truth be told, I probably prefer this band to Godspeed You Black Emperor, simply because the music on The Earth Is Not a Cold Dead Place is simpler, more efficient, and more pure in its evocation of formless beauty.
Embodyment have grown from a metalcore band into a smart, well-oiled radio rock machine that, unlike most of this mold, refuses to dumb down to their audience.
Languid bass lines and mournful vocals blend with explosive power chords and grooves, expertly timed like a Hollywood movie to lift you out of your seat during climaxes.
The band’s strength lies in majestic melodies and carefully thought-out instrumental passages. Here, both are abandoned to cram in boiling rage, from gorilla stomps to guitar hero shreds that leave no lasting impression.
No string quartets, flutes, keyboards, choirs, or boomy beats, just primal guitar assaults and the voices of Emma and Alun. In the beginning, they were a punky bunch, fists full of jagged distortion and choppy downstrokes.
Teenie boppers hoping for the next No Doubt best look elsewhere. Singer Jenna Tyrade has no Madonna leanings whatsoever. Her explosive spewing lingers on nauseousness, savoring the bile in the back of the throat before erupting in a wonderfully messy hurl.