Layered, snarling vocals, guitar solos that sing, and a reserved use of keyboards. Born of the Flickering is an inspiring record. Amazingly, their debut.
Tight, melodic, and only occasionally falling into prog/powermetal silliness. I finally get an inkling of why people like this band, and then they break up.
I’d’ve liked to’ve heard a bit o’ the tight-as-a-monkey’s-fist piccolo snare (á la The Specials) in “Monkey Boogie,” but it’s still a butt-wagging ska ditty.