Starve an Artist, Cover Your Trash
These Buffalo boys' metalcore, while orthodox, is not entirely undistinguished. On their sixth album, Keith Buckley's frequently comprehensible wordiness hints occasionally at Christian themes (whiskey devils, holy sinners, guardian angels), and his exasperated shrieking culminates in roars and Sam Kinison outcries; in a few songs, he's punctuated by classic-rockish backup chorales. Now and then the band frames its tantrums in druggy atmosphere ("The Low Road Has No Exits"), doomy tempos ("Drag King") or redneck hoedowns ("Partying Is Such Sweet Sorrow"). They also like silly song titles.