Fairly middling alt-rock. Kinda reminds me of that weird period when people were paying more than a hundred dollars for “grunge” Pendletons and bands were trading in their screamers for more nuanced vocalists to go with them walls o’ Marshalls and lattes. The music here’s more or less okay for what it is, but—and I freely admit that it could be the final mix, or my stereo or some other variable over which the band themselves had no control at all—the “clean” quality of the vocals cause them to stand out in ways that detract from any “edge” the band might be able to muster.
–jimmy (Totally Gross National Product)