Artist: Eyes Set to Kill
Title: Broken Frames
Release date: June 8
You learn something new every day, as they say. Today, I learned that the particularly comical genre of rock music in which one guy screams his brains out while another guy/gal croons some emotive, vaguely melodic line underneath/over the racket still exists.
I really thought that whole thing went out of fashion at least four years ago. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. Regardless, the band Eyes Set to Kill employs the tiresome strategy on its new disc, Broken Frames.
This band hails from Phoenix but is most definitely a national act, with magazine covers, some minor hits to their credit, and a slot on the Vans Warped Tour (amazingly, an entity that apparently is still going strong). It's always good to see young local acts bust out to some national notoriety.
The female singer has a powerful (if overproduced) voice, reminiscent of that melodramatic singer in the band Evanescence, which had a couple hits in the early 2000s. The couple of songs in which the screamer hits the bench are the definitely the best tunes on Broken Frames because, really, that whole screaming bit is just plain silly -- in my old-ass, these-damn-kids-these-days opinion, that is.
Listen to Eyes Set to Kill here
and read a story
we wrote about the gang a few years back.
Best song: "Ticking Bombs"
Deja vu: That bittersweet moment when you realize youth culture has no more room for you anymore.
I'd rather listen to: Negative Approach, because John Brannon is still shredding his voice three decades on. And he actually sounds menacing when he does it.
Grade: C (extra credit for representing Phoenix on a national stage and having a pretty cool band name)
"Nothing Not New" is a yearlong project in which New Times editorial operations manager Jay Bennett, a 41-year-old music fan and musician, will listen only to music released in 2010. Each Monday through Friday, he will listen to one new record (no best ofs, reissues, or concert recordings) and write about it. Why? Because in the words of his editor, Martin Cizmar, he suffers from "aesthetic atrophy," a wasting away of one's ability to embrace new and different music as one ages. Read more about this all-too-common ailment here.
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