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 There
must be a blatant, if not patent, link between this handsome 5-piece
storming out of
Las Vegas
and the glossy veneer surface sheen of their sound that extends down to
the cosmopolitan style feel of the CD booklet. Despite sounding like
they’re a 48 million pixel cybernetic invention for some new Vegas
spectacle, their mix of heartfelt metal and, whisper it, emo, works for
all its O.C. omnibus Sunday – the rather banal, infantile nursery rhyme
‘Reverse This Curse’ – anthems and sections tailor made for teen solitude
on the stairs also transmute to being the freeze-frame to fast-forward
effects of CSI. The classic metal riffing of tracks like the Theseus
trapped in a cyber maze of ‘The Webs We Weave’ and ‘There’s No Sympathy
For The Dead’ have the multi-angled possible outcomes of such hi-tech US
cop dramas, which works as seen down the used-sneaker trails of metal, yet
the all-too-tidy conclusions to an episode of CSI is all too apparent in
all it’s oil-rich slickness. Ambitious and a near antidote to nu-metal on
one hand but such over-egged emoting and pop-metal picking does make you
feel somewhat slimy on another and should you be consulting an Eastern
goddess then another hand may well tell you that it’s little more than a
Fall Out Boy with an enterprising leader / manager and Metallica’s ‘Ride
The Lightning’ album. The future’s so bright, there’s no escaping their
well-manicured fate.
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