Jesus! Day-glo maximalist riff rockers somehow outdo themselves, making the sounds even huger, even more skywardly fistpumpingly endless. This hits harder than their previous, self-titled album paradoxically via clearer lyrics and cleaner riffs. Deciding to elevate themselves from near-instrumental mouthy shouting abstraction, Fang Island has presented us with actual songs.
The result isn't necessarily for the best.
Fang Island was in an impossible situation: their breakthrough album benefited from a sneak attack bonus on unwary listeners who hadn't heard much like it: anything that came after was either going to sound like more of the same, or dilute the impact. This somehow does both: being more overbearing and less exciting. It's fun? But absent the full-throated commitment to rock instead of songsmanship, this just isn't overly memorable 3/5
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