On , Vegas quintet are actually quite competent in the vein of that they reside in, providing all of the emotional singing versus throaty growling and winding guitar lines versus breakdowns necessary. The pummeling drumbeats never falter (except in the obligatory acoustic closer, the bitter ), and the band's collective love of is always lingering somewhere in the background. do it up with enough piss, vinegar, and melodic hooks to spare, the mosh pit sure to swell and explode at the mere opening notes of their sets, although the music sounds like it could be played by , , or a more abrasive . The band addresses love and loss through standard-issue blood-soaked imagery of guillotines, corpses, red lipstick, and darkness, and vocalist sounds like he means each impassioned line. Fans of every eye-linered band puts out will care about what he's saying, and for them, deliver the goods sealed with a tough, fashionable sneer. ~ Corey Apar