Labels: scylla
Review by: Andy Malcolm
Further proof that when shitty band name hell fills up, the dead shall walk the earth. That apart, this band is as shoddy as their name. Horrific shouty MTVmo with delusions of epic post rock. This is 5 tracks, in THIRTY FIVE MINUTES. Can you stomach 35 minutes of a guy shouting / horribly bad screaming, an aircraft carrier load of toe-curling guitar effects and a whole host of other shocking things such as dreadful gang vocals on the first song? Apparently this was recorded by someone who used to be in Symposium too. Ah, simpler days. So, this is, in essence, no good at all, unless you are still into Hundred Reasons, and wish that they also sounded a bit “post rock”. Each song is like the “How Two” definition of how to make bad music. Where’s that Fred Dineage when you need him?