
Yet another in a long line of middling records. This album was well done, but unremarkable. The main offender? The singer. As I listened to this record, I imagined someone with some real vigor, like Roger Daltrey or Roland Orzabal, belting some awesome trademark stylings over the music, and I instantly saw potential. The songs themselves weren't necessarily bad, but the vocalist bored me, and therefore the songs suffered. This was a real lesson for me in just how important a good front man can be. Of course, any truly good band needs all parties firing on all cylinders (creatively, and performance-wise), but if the vocalist isn't powerful in some way, it seems to be the biggest, and most noticeable detractor.