Vent

You know that cover band that plays every Thursday night at that bar down the street from you? The one that just can't let you possibly get through the night without hearing their overly enthusiastic take on "Brown Eyed Girl" or "Hotel California"? The kind of band that have obviously spent a lot of time practicing their sweet licks and can bang off "Sweet Child of Mine" without even breaking a sweat, but have still ended up playing to a bunch of bleary-eyed middle aged women in a suburban strip mall bar?

Well have you ever wondered what would happen if one of these "bands" decided to stop playing "Rock the Casbah" for five minutes and made an original album? Well, look no further because Arlington's own Vent have made the nightmare a reality.

With album artwork that looks like the cover to some kind of pornographic video game, I was already a little apprehensive, but decided to give it a listen anyway. What I found was the most horrible amalgamation of everything that is bad about 70's, 80's and 90's rock all in one convenient package. Like every worst moment of Journey, Poison and Nickelback all at once. The only thing I feel I can say is at least I made it through it.

So just remember, the next time you end up at that bar that you said you'd never go to again, and have to listen to "Light My Fire" while you watch a your friends mom stumble around the dance floor with a glass of white wine in her hand. At least that band has the common courtesy to keep their creativity to themselves.

"saved by the bell - rock rating"
screech


huh? what the hell does that mean?

- Clino