The way it powers through with great slams of guitar and rocketing drums; The nervousness next to courage and the way it can't settle. It shudders and skids through darkness to darkness, from sober to drunk to high to rock bottom. There's no glitter on this album, no shine, just the painful shaking of some kind of truth. I haven't heard such a raw scream, or the great, tugging lyrics hidden beneath rock'n'roll coloured glass, for what must be months. The truth is, I forgot how good it could be. How good it is. Rock isn't dead, and no self important magazine article can say so, not with music like this floating around on the underground. It might not be perfect, or entirely original. When is it ever? That's not the point. The point is that this album is well worth giving time and space in your CD player. It's well worth telling people about, because someone might hear it and buy it. Someone might see them live. Someone might play it on their final drive out of town. Someone might hear it, and start a band. That's what great music does to you, it sparks your imagination. It makes you believe that next time, that singer roaring into the microphone could be you.
8/10
Mollx
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