EARSHOT

Get ready, because this summer, Carson Daly and every weak-assed rock radio station will be shoving Earshot down your suckling piggy throats. Earshot gives us a well-rounded album of gut-churning, heartfelt, melodramatic songs. Heavier and considerably less annoying and whiny than Bush or Live, they fit in perfectly with every other band in heavy rotation on the so-called Music Television station and corporate playlist dominated radio. This isn’t to say that their album, Letting Go, is typical mid-twenties teen angst shit. Earshot deserves better than that low-ball assumption often made by the fickle public. Few bands find that happy medium of “heavy, yet still creatively accessible.” Earshot does just that with each track on the disc. Vocalist Wil Martin has a great voice, pairing effectively with the grind heavy guitar rhythm and creative percussion work in “Get Away”. “Not Afraid... My Time” ends the disc on a high note of energy, creative off-time rhythms and strong vocals that show what this band can evolve into with future work. My advice is to pick this disc up just to hear what Earshot fully has to offer, rather than relying on the overplayed singles. Don’t even waste your fucking time trying to request a different Earshot song from those corporate pussies. They all live in fear of the omnipotent playlist and will not deviate from its evil constraints. Just go buy the disc, piggy.