Review by Cosmo Lee- October 2007 |
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This album is a perfect example of why I love doing this site. You'd never guess from hearing it that the band isn't signed. It easily stacks up against the rest of what's out there. Even if it's not the most original stuff, I invariably find myself tapping my foot and throwing some goats. It's also a perfect example of what drives metal - riffs. Basically, this album is one bad-ass riff after another, and ridiculously so. Just count the killer riffs in "Victorious Hatred" - it's almost brazen. That choppy last riff in "Queen of Sorrow"? Sick. I picture these guys slaving away in a sweatshop; they're not making Hallmark cards or fortune cookies, but killer riffs. There's this guy with a whip, and he won't let the band leave until they've made 50 killer riffs each day. Yes, I know I'm weird. A few rookie mistakes on this debut-full length: a cute but completely inappropriate jazz guitar intro, fluctuating levels of vocals in the mix. I don't mind the latter, though, as the raspy yells are somewhat faceless. "Queen of Sorrow" does hit some awesome multitracked singing at 4:28 that's so Def Leppard - hell yeah. Eat poutine, drink Molson, and find this at Senate's MySpace |