This is polished as hell, especially given how ramshackle they used to be.
Maybe it's the agreeable fake-rough vocals and approachable melodies, but there's something in this that smells designed for girls, in a tacky, capitalistic kind of way. Nicking little bits from Phoenix, Mumford, Hot Hot Heat, and a thousand other indie touchstones reinforces that overslick impression.
Which makes Rage Flows frustrating as hell: it's a /killer/ track, setting up expectations and knocking them apart again and again, ratcheting up tension perfectly across verses until the blasted, clipped production is tuned right over the top into a terrifying, thrilling speakershredding climax. I want to hear the album that *that* band made 3/5
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