Theory of a Deadman - Scars & Souvenirs

It's depressing to think that this band kicked back in the recording studio, cracked open a beer or two, smiled at each other, and thought to themselves: 'that's it done- it's perfect'. If their aim was to crank out an album that read Alice in Chains through the lens of Nickleback, Creed, and Velvet Revolver, then those beers were well earned. It seems unfathomable that they would set out to deliberately record a nu-grunge monstrosity, a record so grotesquely muscular -yet glossy- that it practically drips of the oil used to wax their hard-rocking biceps. For 'moderate rawk' fans in their thirties, Scars of Souvenirs might allow them to relive their youth, as they blast this on the car stereo and make power-fists on the way to the office. For those drawn to the awkwardness of Cobain, Staley, or Vedder, Theory of a Deadman miss the point entirely.