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Still? Kind of a daft title from a bunch of teenage or twentysomething neophytes, don’t ya think? In any case, the professionally done cardboard slipcase and plastic house a pretty fair musical wallop, in spite of the shortcomings and attendant baby steps therein. For the record, In Alcatraz 1962 (a reference to either the prison island’s lone successful escape or the film classic Birdman of Alcatraz from the same year) hails from Virginia and plays the sort of metalcore that I’m just itching to loathe by now. Staccato riffs, implicit breakdowns, monotonous quasi-death barks, you know the drill. Yet, there’s an x-factor here that makes it all work, a coloring within the margins that hints at potentially finer things down the road a bit. Perhaps it’s because the riffs themselves remind me more of the real metallic hardcore – Deadguy, Kiss It Goodbye, Integrity, Skycamefalling, et al. – than any of the more insipid melodic variety. Perhaps it’s the slight diversion into post-HC melodic shading and Southern rock groove that keeps things just interesting enough for my liking. Perhaps it’s the rhythmic structure of the songs that tends to encourage headbanging more than moshing. Or maybe it’s just that every group photo seems to feature all of the members smiling, a welcome rarity in a scene that seems to posit its vox populi as one that hates everyone and everything at every moment.
| Tracklist |
| 1. I'm Getting Too Old For This |
| 2. Introductions |
| 3. Driven |
| 4. The Gift |
| 5. Maybe They're All Dead |
| 6. Winter Sun |
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| Buy other In Alcatraz 1962 albums |
