The singer has the tendency to sing “Mmm” a lot, like he’s smelling Mom’s brownies or thinking the groupy chicks’ll find him all emotive and hot, but I nitpick.
The songs blur together into a swirl of distortion, throat-shredding vocals, and machine-gunning double bass drumming, but that’s certainly not a bad thing.
An hour of sweeping, dark music, from the creepy atmospheres of drummer Renske’s rich, Gothy vocals to the harder, deeper roar of Opeth’s Mikael Akerfeldt.
Just Joined begins the same – fast, hard, with throaty vocals (a little more human-sounding), galloping bass, riffing guitars, and a non-stop barrage of drums.
“Since most people’s imaginations are confined to their own heads, and mine seems to have a radius of approximately 20 feet, I guess I can live with that.”
Wallace trips apologetically through violence, passion, and intrigue, flubs his lines a showdown and asks to reshoot, and never takes a bit of it seriously.