CD review: Atlas - Parkway Drive
Metalcore Aussie five-piece Parkway Drive have three fast, raucous and angry albums behind them - the sort that reek of acne-ridden, lank-haired, black-eyed teenage bedrooms.
This fourth offering is pitched as a step forward with more considered lyrics and - hell's teeth - a female vocalist (who's crushed beneath lyrics such as "So follow your heart to the water / Fill your pockets with stones) but if this is new, then I'm the patron saint of paintballing.
Such anthemic scrotum-gazing (there's nothing crystal about these balls) refuses to grow up... the tight-as-mock-leather staccato drums, the battle-roar vocals and paint-by-numbers guitar chops haven't changed in 20 years.
Thankfully for those peddling this pap there's always the next generation of disorientated and hormonally imbalanced teens to come along and pretend it's new.
Passionate, but utterly dismal.
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