Just three tracks wrapped up in one of those ‘orrible slimline CD cases. Urgh. First track is an ok instrumental with lots of jangles, some chintzy ‘orchestral’ effects that could easily have sprung from the memory bank of a cheap keyboard and these big ringing noises resemblant of windchimes, one of mankind’s most heinous and contemptible creations. Passable, if only for the grandiose and vaguely pompous air that surrounds it. The next two tracks are where the screamo money’s really at: pure crybaby workouts with twinkling guitars, pounded staccato riffs and the singer screaming his goddamn lungs out. Dense, powerful and dynamic, like all those old bands moved up one notch and dragged wailing into the here and now.
