Review Summary: Good like usual. Move on from this summary, citizen.
Cutting out most of their weirdness, 300 Percent Density features groovy riffs and brackish, math-y beats. Somewhat like a progressive version of Nonpoint or Soulfly - with rapping - is the offering. They slam it down, and all around, with less time for jazziness or psychedelia. Still, the band remains baffling to classify. I’d say progressive nu-hardcore rock, but that probably doesn’t help. It’s more like super aggressive, heavy rock than nu-metal. *** classifications, you’ll figure it out. I believe in you.
All you need to know is this: hardcore vocals meet chunk-chunk riffage. It’s the kind of guitars that can settle arguments between metalheads. These type of riffs are all-season 4x4 tires, and n’
tirelly effective. Some may slip on the icey performance of this album, but it’s worth buckling up for. The drummer’s consistent chin checks impress, and the Indiana Jones whips of the harsh vocals leave a lasting scar. This is all second nature for the skilled Candiria, who get cookin’ faster than Gordon Ramsey, playing the instruments like Gordon teaching how to fillet a fish. The difference being they cooked up music here without a chef.
The beauty in the end product is assured like Miss America worshipping her makeup result. It’s Candiria being themselves, and they know themselves more than a narcissist knows his reflection in the mirror. There is so much passion put in their product like a box of fruits, and the fruit is plentiful. Once inserted, the flavours explode to life like Fruit Gushers. The addiction that occurs is stronger than any drug on this Earth. “You’re better than drugs”, said Skillet in one of their rare, decent albums, but Candiria are nowhere close to being conventional or predictable. In fact, bands like Candiria are quite rare, and you can bet their steak outs are always entertaining, in my opinion. So I hope you like music that makes love with your ears, because penetration is guaranteed.
