There was a lot of this kinda stuff around in the 80s, taking 70s heaviness into the 90s, but much of it, like this CD, was well-done while being essentially faceless, a matter of way too many derivatives and too little emphasis on talents present. The instrumental prowess on this CD can be impressive, but the vocals drag it from the clouds down into the mud. The middle eight of Last Song, for instance, is killer psych metal, something Trouble might have come up with or Masters of Reality, but its light is extinguished once the return to normalcy recommences. Ya can't fault Gee Davey's understanding of how a short song operates, the title cut being a perfect exposition a la early Who and Kinks, but the vocals just aren't making it. The band needs more time understanding itself or all that talent's gonna go to waste.
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