When Cedric told everyone that the next TMV album would be their "acoustic album," you knew it would either be brilliant or else a disappointment. Sadly, this one is the latter. The bottom line is that, while TMV are adequate when they're low-key, when they do it for an entire album they lose a lot of the magical qualities that made me love them so much in the first place. For many other bands, this would be a great start: for TMV, it's simply boring.
Not to say that there aren't highlights: for Cedric, this is probably his best vocal effort to date. Clean and with less effects, we get to hear how truly talented he is as a singer. And there is one absolute cannot-miss song here in Teflon, which is one of TMV's greatest tracks.
But sadly, one out of eight isn't enough. Cotopaxi does try and liven things up, but surrounded by the slower and more ambient tracks, it feels almost out of place, even though it's what TMV does best. Also completely silenced on this album is Pridgen, whose drumming on Bedlam was half of what made that album so special. Did this contribute to Pridgen's recent departure from the band? Who knows. It does make me very sad, because like I said in the Bedlam review, I really feel like Pridgen was a perfect fit for this band with his playing style.
Definitely worth a listen for Teflon alone and there are some other good moments, but overall their weakest effort to date. An interesting but failed experiment.
Let the wheels burn stack the tires to the neck with a body inside
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