The moody, mid-tempo moments of The Crown set to melodic rock vocals and a groovy vibe. A brooding trek into a somber night, heart filled with heavy emotions.
South have again reinvented themselves with great results, daring to challenge the modern aesthetically-led audience to look beneath appearances for the goods.
On Some Echoes, the band don’t look to conquer new territory as much as expand upon what they’ve already cultivated: Less virtuosity and more memorability.
Good god we need Good Clean Fun! The hardcore/punk/emo scene is as stale as month-old gym socks, and eyeliner/bed-headed boys really need to be made fun of.
Over two hours of music, capturing the three-guitar line-up over two nights at Hollywood Palladium. There are more hits here than a Barry Bonds steroid streak.