The bottom line is that the cats and kittens who are doing all these string quartet record tributes to God knows who sound like they are only being given charts without ever hearing the records they are paying tribute to. This one, to
Senses Fail, sounds like they are making progressive martini music -- pun intended. This pastoral take on the aggro-emo-punk band feels more like these folks are trying to rearrange everything according to
Benjamin Britten or
Ralph Vaughan Williams string quartets as interpreted through the musical ears of Schroeder, and have forgotten what the word "intonation" means. One has to wonder if the producers of these abominations are hitting every rough-and-tumble high school that has a music department and paying students to record. Positively awful. ~ Thom Jurek