Breaking off a chunk of melodious/atmospheric nü rock to blow open the emotional palette and drawing textural tools from old and new psychedelic bands.
A relentless blast of drums, cymbals, high-horse, note-dense riffs, and vocals that sound a bit like a hardcore snob making fun of the Gothenburg sound.
Influences from Soul Asylum to Aerosmith, but if those bands tried to integrate soul-ska, joke rap, or sea chanteys, they’d come across as grade-A assholes.
Comparable to Thursday, or a harder Saves the Day, Spitalfield uses soft drums with fluctuating guitar strums that tease your ears, and then pound them.
At their worst, they sound like a terrible ska band whose singer just returned from the dentist. At their best, they play solid, original rock ‘n’ roll.
An energetic band trying to bring new dimension to the well-traveled hardcore/metal route (with traces of Gothenburg in tow), but they fail on many levels.
As Snapcase has carried on Refused’s progressive hardcore, they’ve been swept aside by the rise of nü metal and “poppy” hardcore. An unfair turn of events.