Where we belong
Ugh. Prog rock has enough problems trying to prove it's worthy of respect without soggy little outings like this one reenforcing what many listeners automatically cringe at. From the painfully unimaginative name to Olof Gustavsson's utterly bland vocals to the Asia/Marillion-lite arrangements, this Swedish trio prove they can rip through a bunch of chord changes they've studied in the Teach Yourself Prog! handbook (Tommy Magnusson must shoulder the blame for most of these). But they don't accomplish much else. There's at least ONE rule you cannot break doing this so-called "symphonic rock": thou shalt not bore the listener. Now go break up with your girlfriends and try writing some angry punk songs or somethin'!
- Kevin Renick