HEADTRIP TO NOWHERE
When you hear the sound of a 60-cycle hum during a rock song, you think: Yeah, man, this is a kick-ass garage band so into what they're doing, they don't care about properly grounded amplifiers - which means they don't care about the evil establishment, either. Grrr. Down with the man!
However, when said sound is carefully inserted into the production of a major-label CD ... how lame. Yes, it's a small thing, but it's a symptom of what's wrong with Flybanger's debut album. Every power chord, scream, atonal riff, gritty lyric and thundering groove - there's way too much going on, that's another thing - has been polished to perfection, sucking the life out of what could've been a worthy new hard-rock record.
There are good songs lurking under the clutter and sheen, like Crackballs, painting a vivid picture of Vancouver's drug scene, and this band will undoubtedly take off live (Flybanger plays Wednesday at the Rev). But on CD, it's like middle of the road metal.
3. Blind World
7. Demon Away
10. This Is Bliss
11. When Are You? (Gonna Die)