With the sonic equivalence of a Jolly Rancher, Marty's new album wears one down real fast.
Everything's so round and doubled to hell! And massively uninteresting -- there's not one single moment that makes you go ooh, or makes you wonder what's next. The riffs are cotton cady, and the solos -- Marty's strength -- are like wet leftover lollipop stick tips.The complaint isn't that it's more pop than metal; the complaint is that it's a great big slab of banality.
I've got his entire discography but the only piece I like (love, actually) is Scenes, his
rating: :(
