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| Ew |
 This New Jersey band deserves props for surviving its stint with a major label that never quite knew how to handle their brainy post-hardcore jams. But throughout Thursday's return to indieland, singer Geoff Rickly and his mates threaten to overdose on their newfound freedom: Common Existence is long on complicated instrumental textures and twisty-turny song structures yet woefully short on the fist-pumping melodies that keep this kind of stuff from sounding like musical math. As a result, tracks such as ''Last Call'' and ''Subway Funeral'' are easier to admire than to enjoy....full text |
| Blogcritics |
| New Jersey post-hardcore act Thursday has a lot to be proud about. Being credited with bringing the screamo genre to the mainstream level as well as have been labeled in 2004 as SPIN magazine’s “The Next Big Thing” are just a couple of reasons why. This six-piece did not invent the screamo genre but rather took it to a new level. With all they have accomplished I can not believe they have been a band for just over ten years now. Currently the band is about to release their fifth full-length album, entitled Common Existence. This time around the band has teamed up with the punk rock independent label Epitaph Records and hopes to continue to wow their fans while, at the same time, recruit new ones. The band will be headlining the Taste Of Chaos tour this year in support of their new release alongside rousing acts Bring Me The Horizon, Four Year Strong, Pierce The Veil, and the Cancer Bats....full text |
| Rollingtones |
| On their fifth studio album, recorded with Flaming Lips producer Dave Fridmann, these post-hardcore guys from New Brunswick, New Jersey, meticulously arrange their riffs and electronics — without getting overly prog-rock and ornate about it. The result is a power-chord racket a big-name metal band could admire. Unfortunately, the tunes aren't so hot, and Common Existence veers between overbearing and pretty ordinary. Singer Geoff Rickly spews high-pitched wails like a Roman candle and writes lyrics whose ponderousness is reflected in song titles like "Beyond the Visible Spectrum." Most irksome might be "You Were the Cancer," where Rickly coos earnestly about "darker crimes of common existence" and screams like a banshee who just got dumped....full text |
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