Lewis

From the opening Rhodes piano-soaked strains of "The Cruellest Month," the first track on the sophomore effort from this Dallas-based quartet, it's pretty obvious there's some heavy duty Radiohead worship at play here. And that bears out through the balance of the disc's ten tracks, as we're treated to epic quiet songs that explode into a whirling dervish of thick guitars, crashing rhythms and falsetto wailing. But far from derivative, the Kid A-inspired sonics and experimentation give way to jangly alt-rock guitars and Doors-tinged retro rock as the album takes us on a musical journey through the pain and torment of human frailty. It's truly an emo rock record that isn't afraid to be emotional or to rock.