Info: Anodyne-29. Germans, ragga-metal since 2001.

I can’t believe I sacrificed a perfectly good CD-Rom box of a perfectly good computer game for this piece of shit EP. Dear god, dear fucking god. I am sorry but this is crap. As much as I like to see musicians who have been trying so long finally succeed, it will not happen with this band. Dear god, dear fucking god. This is not the way to make good music. What obvious, easy, boring, heard-it-all-before (nu-metal) riffing, what powerless singing, what a bunch of fucking crappy lyrics; words chosen for aesthetic reasons mingled with meaningless crap.

Two singers, a ragga vocalist and a metal (bio says: new gothic, whatever the flying bleep that may be) one. What a futile attempt to create something new. Andy Koa, lets call him the metal one, simply isn’t a good singer; although he tries every vocal style, he is half-assed at every attempt. Dear god, dear fucking god. The ragga-singer has a good ragga voice, he’s cool. They should’ve recorded this album only with Finga (the ragga-man) as a vocalist, now that would’ve been original and would present them with something of a future. Now, things look bleak, very bleak.
The first song, ‘Sowin’ Pain’ sees Andy Koa trying to sing like Rob Zombie over standard-issue nu-metal riffs and boring drums.

‘Phoenix’, is a really bad song; even cheesy keyboard sounds setting in on this one! The only uplifting thing is that the vocals of Koa (how’s that for a bandname: The Vocals Of Koa), are now in Type O Negative-style, which he is better at, yet still isn’t good enough. I’ll say nothing about ‘Release Me’. Dear god, dear fucking god.
When song 4 starts I am suddenly filled with hope. Ladies and gentleman, I present to you, the first good riff of this EP. In the first part, the styles fit together perfectly. When Finga (ragga-dude) has the mic, it all sounds great, and everything goes well together. Then the chorus. Need I say dear god, dear fucking god? All of a sudden the music changes into fried donkey dick with pieces are sticking out everywhere. Something about making love on the table and: ‘I’m gonna take you to another level, you’ll feel like you be dealing with the devil.’ Oh man, I was happy I didn’t have dinner yet. Then the song furthers in a good way, again with Finga doing a great job, as do the guitarist and drummer. Song 5, ‘Torture’ doesn’t flow, ‘Burn My Love’ is uninspired junk.
Apart from a couple of glimmers of light, a bleak future for these Germans.