They're good, they're loud, they're good and loud, sort of the dread-locked alterna-punk revenge on all the boy bands listeners learned to tolerate as the 20th century caved in to the 21st. If there's anything wrong with this album overall (aside from it not standing out in a crowd of crunchy guitar-driven records), it's that there seems to be no concern for pacing, so that one cut begins to blend into another by the time you get to anything resembling a more low-key number (and even that sounds like
Led Zeppelin smashing into
the Red Hot Chili Peppers). There are some intriguing tonal ideas scattered throughout, but nothing is ever followed up on -- merely steam rolled with the wall of guitars, bass, and drums. ~ Steven McDonald