Tree is like a one night stand. It’s wild, it’s passionate, and it’s the most intense romp you’ll ever get, but you know you’ll regret it in the morning.
With the most god-awful guitar sound you’ll ever love, they hammered and screamed through a set that makes Dante’s voyage look like a tiptoe through the tulips.
The production is professional without sounding like Ratt; the vocals go beyond the settle-for-Seattlesque sound, with bright, almost Bo Deanish harmonies.
These guys have that toss-your-head-from-side-to-side energy. What they lack in flash, they more than compensate for with catchy hooks and overall fun.
I like it, I’m not sure why. The promo pack had cut and paste reviews that informed me that nobody gets these guys. I don’t feel better, just equally stupid.
We did a two-page spread on Riot Act in the first issue before most people had even heard of ’em. Were we wrong in foreseeing the future? It appears not.