Review Summary: This band sucks.
Between the Buried and me ***ing blow. The cringe and the wank are so overpowering at every waking moment that you'll find yourself asking why you're not spending your time staring at a dog's shaved ass instead. Most of the wank comes from guitarist/rapist Dustie Waring and his technical prowess can be likened to that of Jeff Dahmer slipping a roofie into an unsuspecting victim's drink. Appropriate for a piece of trash of Dustie's caliber. Tommy Rogers' vocals really aren't that bad honestly. His harsh vocals in particular are passionate and throat shredding as if his vocal cords have been run through a meat grinder.
The vocals, sadly, aren't enough to save us from guitarist/rapist Dustie Waring's incessant wankery. We get it dude, you play the guitar. That's the problem with not just this band, but prog metal as a whole. The directionless shredding is so predictably boring and people still eat it up like Tundra eating candy from Dustie Waring's personal supply. Yeah its fast and technical. Its also useless and hollow as the inside of Oscar's garbage can. Which is exactly where this band belongs.
I had no intention of listening to this at least 4 times as site egomaniac Johnny suggested in his weird and creepy list. My brain would've exploded if I was suggested to these tunes that many times. I don't have to jam more than once to know that this band is *** and always has been. I'll leave the wank to Tundra and his legion of RYM followers.
