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This will not be a long review because there really isn’t much to be said about Indianapolis quartet S.M. Wolf and their
unremarkable third release, Neon Debris.
As this was my first experience with the band, I can’t speak as to whether this was a
steady decline from first to third album, a quick drop off from second to third album, or right on par with the first two
(which would be truly depressing). All I can say is that this album is completely devoid of anything even remotely
distinguishable from the rest of the pop / rock world.
There is really no point in delving into specifics of various songs because if you have heard virtually any pop / rock band in the
past ten years, then you’ve most likely heard this entire album. Beachy chords (which I normally like, but it’s starting to become a
plague), a mix of choppy and marching percussion, simple but unengaging guitar riffs, a generic lead voice (though no fault of the singer’s
own—his isn’t a bad voice, it simply doesn’t stand out), and inexplicable jam sessions guaranteed to cause album blackout
permeate every nook and cranny of this lackadaisical effort. And all that is made even more evident by an absence of passion and
sluggishness that almost oozes out of the speakers.
With that, I’ve spent about as much time as I’m willing on this album. I would
recommend that you learn from my experience and skip it altogether.
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