Michael Jagmin would be the type of person who would lose a dagger fight against Peter Pan in less than fifteen seconds. Speaking of Jag, A Skylit Drive's latest self-titled album (acronyms are so imaginative) has about as much color as a flower that's been recently maimed. The record is all talk and no action, really, and one wishes without procrastination that this post-hardcore band would just throw in the towel. A Skylit Drive are going to keep running in circles until they're forced to walk the plank, and if they were to transform into cannons, then they'd easily sink a ship.
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