If anything can be said for Ukrainian band Spiritz, they have deep pockets. Their 2014 debut album, Perfect Sides, was totally self-financed by the band. Then they had enough coin left over to hire legendary producer Roy Z to remix and remaster the album for a second release this August. Yet, after listening to, or attempting to listen to, this album, I wonder if old Roy didn't run to the bank fast enough to cash the check. He may even want to consider disassociating himself with Spiritz in the future.
So here's the good news first. Perfect Sides is a strong mixture of classic and alternative melodic hard rock. Melody is not forgotten. The music is energetic and enthusiastic. And there's some surprisingly good guitar lines and leads.
Then there's the bad news, really bad news.
The vocals are terrible. Bobby Black is totally screamo, obnoxiously so. He's after some mixture of hardcore and punk. I'm guessing this approach is to work the commercial angle of modern hard rock, hooking the youngsters who want their vocals harsh and ugly. Even on a more laid back song like You In Me, Black sounds like he's puking up last night's dinner of rusty nails, vodka, and cockroaches. Then there's something like Insane where Black mellows, even sounds somewhat melodic. But then, at the end, he can't help himself. He goes ape shit screamo.
As much as I enjoyed their sound, the music, their skill and delivery, I found myself hitting the skip button on my digital media player for one simple reason. I didn't want to hear Bobby Black sing, if you can call it singing. One thing is certain. I won't be listening to this album again. Well, I can't, because I just deleted the entire digital promo package. I suggest you don't bother with album to begin with.
As much as I enjoyed their sound, the music, their skill and delivery, I found myself hitting the skip button on my digital media player for one simple reason. I didn't want to hear Bobby Black sing, if you can call it singing. One thing is certain. I won't be listening to this album again.
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