The Flys followed up their debut album
Holiday Man with
Outta My Way, a record that maintains the freewheeling sensibility of its predecessor while kicking up the aggression a bit and connecting its varying sounds a little more concretely. Where the style-juggling of many turn-of-the-millennium alt-metal acts often seems forced and faddish, the Flys seem to have a genuine appreciation for their disparate influences, which unifies their leaps from funky rap-metal to '70s arena rock to poppy grunge to aggressive alt-metal. It also doesn't hurt that the group has a real talent for big hard rock hooks, even bordering on harder-edged (and surprisingly excellent) power-pop on cuts like "My Day" and "Ain't No Stoppin' U." Some of the borrowed hip-hop phrases may come off as a little forced, but unlike many of their rap-metal peers, the Flys can kick up a genuinely funky backbeat with snaky, propulsive basslines when they need to (and here, they sound less like
the Red Hot Chili Peppers when they do). While the Flys don't quite have the effortlessly bizarre panache of
Faith No More, the range of styles they're capable of pulling off is pretty impressive. For example, the album opener "No Sad Story" quotes N.W.A. and samples L.L. Cool J and
the Beach Boys, a virtue and flaw all at once.
The Flys' brand of hard rock somehow manages to unite those disparate influences, yet at the same time, those specific references (as well as others scattered around the album) seem very self-conscious; they don't serve much of a purpose within the context of the music except to show off the band's cleverness and eclecticism (even when the latter is already obvious). That's really a minor complaint, though, because overall,
Outta My Way is full of inventive post-grunge, post-
Korn hard rock, evidence that the Flys are continuing to develop and push ahead.