I run out of words to describe these COC wannabe bands faster than these guys run out of variations on the groove metal riff. Apparently groove metal aspires to be the dance club contingent of hard rock, hypnotizing the listener with trance-inducing layers of lumbering riffs spread like gravy over primal stone-age beats. But dance music is possessive of an infectious energy that dinosaur metal like this unfortunately lacks. Ironlung defy the need for extended versions, usually dragging their riffs out far beyond their welcome. If ever metal needed a comeback of the guitar solo, this would be a good time. Even at their most masturbatory, solos tend to break up the monotony of a band stuck in a power chord rut, which would definitely be Ironlung's case. There are certainly far less competent bands doing this kind of thing, but that hardly boosts my own enthusiasm for this derivative dreck. It doesn't help that the band photo included has them all looking bored shitless.
For those that either aren't acquainted with third rate groove metal or don't feel I've been descriptive enough, this disc sounds like a disenchanted COC meekly fulfilling their contractual obligation to their label before riding off into the sunset. If they can't come up with anything more attractive than this, Ironlung should change their name, because they hardly took my breath away.
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