Like loads of good-but-indistinguishable pop punk bands of the late ’90s, they have heart and skills, but haven’t found their unique voice by their 2nd album.
Nergal has defeated leukemia and hosted a Polish version of The Voice, all while creating brutal death metal. It’s kind of hard not to root for the guy.
My brother-in-law saw this band open up for Ben Gibbard, and his zero-word review was a lethargic shoulder shrug. Maybe they’ve improved with age? Maybe not.