Artist: The Trews
Source: Robert O Connor
One of the negative affects of grunge, was the Post Grunge scene. Bands like Nickleback, Matchbox Twenty, The Goo Goo Doll’s and Creed managed to tap into a family friendly, almost Christian market with their sleek sounds, wholesome content and overly whiney radio friendly ballads, all masquerading under the guise of ‘Rock’. Because of the clean living ideal that surrounded the bands; parents were more inclined to pick up the latest Everclear or Bush album for their children, rather than allowing them to listen to the likes of Marilyn Manson, Green Dayor Nine Inch Nails. Of course, money comes before integrity in the world, these days, and a slew of imitator’s are still being snapped up by record companies, hoping for a big pay off when one of them releases’ the next How you remind Me or With Arms Wide Open. Nova Scotia locals, The Trews are such a band. Their third album, No Time for Later is filled with feeble attempts at meaningful power ballads, run of the mill stadium rock anthems, that reek of Mitchelstown’s finest and the odd gem thrown in for good measure. Almost everything on this album sounds like something else that bored you to tears a hundred times before. However, there are some notable efforts, nothing to get majorly excited about mind you.
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