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Gringo Star, The Sides and in Between (Nevado Music)




Visions Of Atlantis, Old Routes New Waters (Napalm Records)

Better late than never on this April release, which again goes to show I need to check my inbox a bit more thoroughly than just deleting anything that isn’t a “Sold, Ship Now” message from Amazon. Every critic has his or her Achilles heel, and this Austrian symphonic metal band, mostly the ongoing tortured labor of drummer Thomas Caser, is mine for sure — I just can’t say no to these guys. A cross between Evanescence and Trans Siberian Orchestra, the band has, for over 10 years now, been a Spinal Tap-like revolving door of guitarists, bassists and, more notably, hot goth-chick singers, each one more classically trained than the last, leading to now, wherein we find French opera wonk Clémentine Delauney wailing on a few new songs and reworking a few older tunes that had been left slightly lacking in the hands of original singer Nicole Bogner. Delauney’s soprano is flawless, as is the rest of the crew — perhaps too flawless, but it is what it is, po-faced opera-metal, too light to be compared to Lacuna Coil but more ambitiously progressive. I dunno, to me, Caser is a mad scientist, plowing through personnel like they were Jell-O shots, but man can he play, and man does he attract the right pieces.




Gringo Star, The Sides and in Between (Nevado Music)
CD Reviews: July 7, 2016

07/07/16
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



Gringo Star, The Sides and in Between (Nevado Music)

This is weird, man; I’d thought I’d reviewed something more recent from this Atlanta foursome, but apparently the last album I touched from these guys was 2008’s All Y’all, which I remembered liking enough for its shoegaze-blasted Kinks/Cold War Kids temperament. Whatever, yikes, now it’s eight years later, and they’re classifying themselves as “paranoid pop / boy-band,” which is just as intriguing, and basically true, come to think of it. Raised on their parents’ Buddy Holly and Animals records, brothers Nicholas and Peter Furgiuele take those sounds, jack the squelch knob and go to town on their mop-top jangle-rock with a muzzled, spazzing loudness that Clinic would admire. What this all means to the layman is a reanimation of early ’60s rock so authentic it’d bring your grandfather to tears, that is if he’s the type to have broken stuff in his youth. If the band has any weakness, it’s their workaholism, which has caused them to share bills with Black Lips and Wavves, but Feist and Weezer as well. Aw, they’ll figure it out.





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