Tears from the Sky

If you like good music, you can stop reading this review. For those who are curious, it’s time to get to know another band that lives by the contemporary credo of "pack as many lame words into your stupid moniker as possible.” Their ridiculousness infests every single last note of the music. Euro harmonies meet punk rock in songs that are more derived and predictable than bands called Underoath or genre flicks such as Sleepless in Seattle. Angst laden yells are matched against easy listening emo bawling. The most glaring failure is the drumming that stoops to a lower level of simplicity than that of their idols, In Flames. Empirical data would doubtlessly prove that several species of apes have cooler and more complex beats than the guys who chose to go by the name Tears from the Sky. What’s even more hilarious is the fact that they’re so generic that it’s hard to know where to begin the comparisons. They pull from mid-career In Flames, ripping out dozens of up-tempo harmonies, but are just as into chugging tough-guy breakdowns. They’re in the same league as the new Ozzfest favourites, Killswitch Engage, Shadows Fall, etc. Unfortunately for these guys, they are a joke, so chances are they’ll be playing legion halls until they get some poor Southern hardcore belle pregnant.