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Met Brian at the local wateringhole. He's a character. Closet nihilist, believing least of all in the idea that I gave a sincere shit about his music. Well, here's a full-listen review of your album fuckface!
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If I'm being honest, for the most part, it's not for me. A metal/hardcord/emo hybrid, in the spirit of Dillinger Escape Plan, full of frustrated shouting and whiplash between straightforward//proggy guitar lines. The real problem's the vocals, reaching outside their range into a reach for metal toughness but ending up kinda hurrrrgggGGGHHHH straining, not finding power, but not embracing weakness.
I'm glad I stuck with it though, because the best moments are the softest and strangest, the Lost Letter suite is a crystaline, unpredictable, affecting journey though chiming post-rock and truly threatening samples and textures - more of that inventiveness, of tipping outside of the expected and these guys might be onto something.
I'm reminded of pet favorite Wetheads Come Running - an album that pulled off that balance, partially because Single Frame was willing to veer off into the weeds at a moment's notice, to make strange instrument choices, to do something that was adventurous in sweeping terms, beyond a fucked up time signature, to go way afield to find something that connected.
This doesn't get there. It's an album by a band that doesn't know its limits and doesn't know its strengths. It's a young sound, not without potential, but not there yet. And I think, Brian, if he's out there, deep down, might agree 2.5/5
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