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GROUNDED
Hoofah, Marc is particularly nasty in this one. While the rest of us don't necessarily think these guys should go and hang themselves just yet...they DO sound very GODSMACK-ish, and that will ALWAYS send Marc into a tizzy. He's got it in for those guys, I swear.
- Mgmt.
After reviewing the EP these guys put out last year, which did nothing for
me, I hoped that they might have possibly worked on things to improve
their overall sound. Well, that didn't happen!!!! This band simply has NOTHING to offer.
Sure, they have the image thing down, with their pseudo-tough, broodish- looking mugs and their 'cool' earings and chains trying to show you just
how angry they are (Yikes - hide your kids folks). But after popping this disc
into my deck I simply had to laugh at the vocal stylings
of lead 'singer' (I use that term LOOSELY) Jason Bellaud who has one of those
monotone, Eddie Veder/Scott Stapp-ish type of voices that demonstrate how
bad the new crop of 'singers' in 'nu-metal' are and just how bad of
'singer' HE really is. The production of this disc is dreadful as well. The drums
sound like they were recorded in a tin can and faded so far back into the
mix that they were barely audible, while the grungy detuned guitar
stylings of Keith Cuscia dominated the sound and showcased that he studied his
Godsmack, Creed discs ALOT. Each song simply plodded along, sounding at
times like they were lagging the time signatures and just trying to keep
up.
Alot of bands that I hear simply think that a riff makes a song. Not so
guys. Try listening to some old school stuff and venture out and buy some
old R&B, Motown, hell even pop records and study the way these songs are
put together. I simply hate when bands these days build songs around
'bass-riffs' (ala Tool) and try passing it off as some sort of dynamic
edge the band has in their toolbox. ENOUGH!!!!! Stop immitating System of Down
(who are one of the worst, piss pore bands ever to be signed to a label)
and try to avoid the GODSMACK sound altogether - IT'S BEEN DONE TO DEATH.
These guys really don't have what it takes to move them out of the local club
circuit and though I am sure they have their little legion of 'devoted
fans' (comprised of their girlfriends and family members who probably think
these guys are the second coming of Led Zeppelin), this disc is flat sounding,
poorly produced and has not ONE single decent track on it to salvage it
from the drink coaster pile. Altough I am sure that their 'fans' will be all
upset with me for writing this review, you have to realize just because
your boyfriend/brother/son plays in a band, does not make them worthy of praise
or fame. Sorry, it simply doesn't work that way.
Oh, by the way - I 'love' the backwards-white cap, baggy pant wearing clown
on the cover trying to depict the angry youth of today while sitting in
his room with a ...*chuckle*...Purge d.i. poster on his wall. I would feel like shit too if
I was grounded and had to stay in my room all day and listen to this
garbage.
Go back to your day job guys - it's over.
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