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Everything Grows Cold, Black Out the Sun (Metropolis Records)
CD Reviews: 8/14/2014

08/14/14
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



One of the guys in this crew — wherever they’re from, and it was a real pain looking for that atom of data, so forget it, I really don’t care where they’re from if you don’t — fancies himself an historian of American coldwave, one of — no, the most — generic-sounding styles you’ll hear in the goth clubs. Usually when I encounter such things — OK, wait, they’re from San Francisco — I think of the South Park guys doing hilarious Bauhaus imitations, actually more listenable a thing than the assembly-line band with a record contract I’m trying to describe. In actuality, American coldwave isn’t all that bad when done by bands like the long-broken-up Blacklist, who border on Simple Minds when they’re feeling especially sexy or whatnot. Meantime, I’m telling you, 99 out of 100 reviewers trying to get back to their Netflix TV-series-binging would scribble this off as yet another Depeche Mode and ship it out, but there’s more heaviness than usual afoot here, with some doomy Terrorfakt-level industrial sewn into the whole, and they did have a nice cockamamie dystopian future-robot storyline in mind for the lyrics, which, when most intelligible, make the singer sound, well, the same as every other scene whiner who wants to beat random people up, probably due to mommy issues. Whatever, some people will think it’s awesome, assuredly.
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— Eric W. Saeger





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