Quebec, Canada's appear keen to distinguish their ultra-furious, but really quite typical, metalcore freak-outs with all manner of funny voices, cute little song titles like and and the odd quote from 's You heard right! If only they'd committed as much effort to rehearsal as they did to such clever wordplay, posing leather-clad and -like in front of brick walls, or sounding like on the ear-mangling however, they might not have come across like a third-rate , taking the piss. Alternate vocal styles, actually, are the bane of this album's existence, as the group regularly and recklessly abandons their predominant guttural growls to delve -- rather unconvincingly -- into everything from piercing falsettos, to harmonies, to halfhearted gang choruses (slashing across tunes rather than slotting nicely into their arrangements), to sober, -like declarations, and, finally, passages. Like 's bastard offspring (if they're even worthy of naming in the same sentence), really need to focus for a moment, get themselves a proper producer, and stop wasting their energies and our precious lifespan with these amateurish creations, not to mention childish exercises in faux like in this disc's hidden final track. As it stands, these Canadian upstarts (who may or may not be born-again Christians, to boot -- now there's a funny prospect!) don't take themselves seriously enough to merit serious appraisal. Harmless fun is the best way of looking at it. ~ Eduardo Rivadavia