Riff mark: 1:54
The band name speaks volumes about these Words and Music. Real hurt, real pain,
real life domestic families torn to shreds through addictions, psychoses, and
suicide, NY’s LOA transcripts the dysfunction of Generation X and a few years
beyond in manners too blunt for grunge and too elite for the impending nu-metal
explosion; thus, like its intended audience, fitting in nowhere, save the
Brooklyn street corners where the group roots to NYHC alongside stylistic
brutes Type O Negative (of which their drummer joins and keyboardist produces this
album). River Runs Red is a sad
diary, each song a page of isolation and rhetorical questioning in the simplest
of prose, accompanied by the thickest and most direct rhythm and percussion.
Joey Z and Alan Robert’s respective guitar and bass formulate the compounds of
heft, never complicating matters much with notes, sticking to the Drop D with
very few half-steps to spare: kicked-down Underground
riffs too grimy for Metallica’s Black
Album. Keith (Mina) Caputo implores
rather than screams the band’s namesake, championing depression through unique
wails that find theatrical opera through a Scott Weiland acoustic. A unique
likeliness despite its rudimentary building blocks. RRR seeks an outreached arm for a bloodied wrist, fists clenched
and beating temples, hatred for all but for self the most.
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