"There's always love, there's always hate, there's always my choice . . ." On Optimism in E Minor, Broken Poets' latest CD, singer/songwriter/frontman Tim McDonald further demonstrates his black-and-white economy with words never mired in gray matters. He eliminates middle ground like mild irritation and extreme fondness that would've given Cole Porter writer's block. But it's all stirring stuff -- and McDonald's band backs it up with sturdy playing that never upstages his distinctive Richard Butler-hewn voice. McDonald's adult alt is not mired in the desert either -- on "The N and the R," he rides the New York subway system for what might be the first cheating song that involves commuting. The judges give this one a 10 on the infidelity index! (www.brokenpoets.com)
"There's no serious without us," Signs of Betrayal seem to say with every beat and breath of their second CD, Wide Eyed Coma. Synth lines that remind you that you once owned a Queensrÿche album; cover art with brooding chicks turned away as if death or herpes were paying a visit; and a lead singer who sounds like he's vying for the job of Gwen Stefani's husband -- hey, that's not so serious. But a Phoenician with Gavin Rossdale's elocution? T'would be a very serious offense if SoB didn't pull off this Live meets Sevendust bearer of bad-news music so well. One warning, though: Their bio contains the hackneyed "rising from the ashes like a Phoenix" metaphor us homegroaners shun like a gal with shingles. (www.signsofbetrayal.com)