Nope. Slick douche-rock runoff from some sleazy label that stops just short of sending glossy headshots. The artwork consists of context-free physics equations scattered all over the gatefold; the band is called Save The fucking Radio. The best it gets is this occasional Tom-Petty-fronting-the-Foo-Fighters vibe (not as good as it sounds). The worst it gets is Christian-radio-calibre butt rock. This is clearly a band that took a severely wrong turn in the process of trying to make it. Good luck to you. Go forth. Go save the radio. Whatever.
–Indiana Laub (Tazbull)