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I put this CD to the end of my stack. Why? Well, when I did my
first run through of all the albums my editor had sent me, for
some reason there were others that piqued my interest more. Though
after really giving Plan Your Getaway a listen, this album
should have been at the top.
I'm always one to place a band in a genre that I think fits,
so what fits for The Finals? I have no clue. This band
has sounds, influences, melodies, and lyrics from a handful of
different genres. And that my friends, is awesome. With this album
you get a little bit of everything. There are some catchy lyrics
found in "An Illusion Called Circumstance" laced with
a type of Hawthorne Heights mood, cheery melodies in the
song "We Don't Care" set to a type of either The
Classic Crime or June way of life, and there's some
excellent punk riffs in "Extended Autumn". But wait,
there's more. I personally like the guitar entrance on their opening
track "Right Here, Not Now", reminds me of a sound heard
from the Lostprophets. Then there's an almost pop-punk
attitude immersing from "They'll Never Know", a dash
of synth-pop in "It's Always Something" and of course
they top it off with an excellent ballad "Lightning And Fireworks".
Like I said, I have no clue what genre these guys would be in.
Perhaps that's the way it should be.
Whether you really are planning a getaway or you're just commuting
to work, this album is a superb selection for your stereo. No
matter what mood you're in, I guarantee that you'll find a song
which will make you happy. Ok maybe not, but if nothing else,
it will get your body moving and your head memorizing the lyrics.
-Rachel Fredrickson
Track Listing:
1. Right Here, Not Now
2. Life As A Car
3. They'll Never Know
4. It's Always Something
5. Raining In My Heart
6. Extended Autumn
7. Plague Escapade
8. Something To You
9. An Illusion Called Circumstance
10. We Don't Care
11. Lightning And Fireworks
12. Black Market Babies
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