A pretty good new metal band with plenty of Korn, Sepultura, and just enough Goth metal extravagance/weirdness to attract tattooed and overly-pierced “freaks.”
Where songs on Building were crammed with emotion, this new batch seem tired and stricken with ADD. Mid to slow tempos, accompanied by over-saturated guitars.
Gaunt is catchy like that, sorta Screeching Weasel catchy. Jerry Wick is a master at grafting a melodic punk rock riff on to an instantly singalongable lyric.
Liberally samples the patchwork crazy quilt of records under WB’s tutelage, shows conclusively and inexpensively that EC in the ’90s is every bit the eccentric.