Jericho Sirens ... is an incredible turn, and proof to the other half-hearted post-hardcore comebacks of the last years (looking at you At the Drive-In, Refused and more) that it is possible to still be high-quality and relevant.
Where 2004’s Audit In Progress was (relatively) restrained—Froberg wasn’t howling through every song—Jericho Sirens sounds more unstable and aggressive.
Jericho Sirens is truly spirited rock'n'roll that hits you directly, but it's also enigmatic and increasingly rewarding the deeper you dive.
Jericho Sirens has the bursting effect of a high-speed bullet that never ceases its agitated course throughout its lean thirty minutes.
Jericho Sirens is an album that can play to both Hot Snakes’ audience and those who might have hoped for any kind of new Drive Like Jehu music with that reunion -- the Venn diagram overlap between those two demographics being almost entire. A relief then, that Hot Snakes are as dry, dented and slightly demented as ever.
Jericho Sirens is rock & roll in its purest form; angry, white-hot, and overloaded with energy. It's good to have Hot Snakes back to show the posers and fakers how to do things the right way.
Nothing fundamental has changed, the attack is just more scrupulous ... Hot Snakes' caustic, erudite commentary is more welcome than ever.
Their lengthy hiatus has clearly not dulled Hot Snakes' razor-sharp edge, one bit, making Jericho Sirens a very welcome return.
What we might not like about Hot Snakes could also be what we love about them: a kickass, righteous sound that’s true to the genre, with integrity of artistic intent. You owe it to yourself to hear this music.
Harking back to Automatic Midnight and Suicide Invoice more than it resembles its immediate predecessor, this is one electrifying comeback. In short, Jericho Sirens absolutely smokes.
Jericho Sirens rushes past like a massive wave of frenzy, panic and hysteria. Froberg’s rages and rants float in and out over his and Reis’ propulsive guitars. Their rhythm section, all veterans, enables Hot Snakes to succeed at a tricky endeavor: a reunion album that betters their previous discography.
If this ends up being the most well-reviewed album of the year, then the system has failed us. Everybody is nostalgic about a band that was never that special to begin with.
listen up kids!!! The fathers of this sound are back and running circles around the competition.
the album got more reviews and moved down a couple of points. I guess the conspiracy didn't pan out.
Some of the most appropriate album art I've seen in a while. Pretty good as far as reunion records go, though I can't help comparing this to bands that came up in their absence like The Bronx.
I can't deny this shit is hard. Solid vocals, catchy melodies, really dope instrumentation and tons of energy. Not every song is great, one or two of them being all aggression and little to no melody, which I'm not a big fan of, but the majority of the record ain't like that. The album moves by at a blistering pace and keeps it to a tight 10 songs. If you're a fan of post-hardcore, it's worth checking out.
Update: After a few years this isn't something I've ever really gone back to much ... read more
1 | I Need a Doctor 2:49 | |
2 | Candid Cameras 2:11 | |
3 | Why Don't It Sink In? 1:17 | |
4 | Six Wave Hold-Down 3:23 | |
5 | Jericho Sirens 3:58 | |
6 | Death Camp Fantasy 2:36 | |
7 | Having Another? 3:31 | |
8 | Death Doula 3:49 | |
9 | Psychoactive 3:06 | |
10 | Death of a Sportsman 3:21 |
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