By: Caitlin Hoffman
They reek of rock. The only thing I demand is that they make it louder.
Who? Tattered. Where? Olds, Alberta. (Thatâ€™s right, these fellas rent in my province!) What? A gentle thunder. A pinch of punk, a pint of rock, and two heaping teaspoons of screamo.
I see in Tattered a decisive, ambitious group, consisting of four gentlemen talented in their own rights. Canâ€™t form an opinion on their live act as Iâ€™ve never been to a show, but as they say on their blog, “The band is just itching to get back on stage.” Thatâ€™s what I like to hear.
Theirs is not necessarily a style reduced to commercial appeal. Rather, I see them thriving with an indie label, a company that wonâ€™t suffocate them within realms of superficiality. No matter what, they need to always strike forward in the creative direction that they see fit. They canâ€™t let anyone tell them how their band is supposed to sound, feel, or be.
They havenâ€™t yet a video I can proudly cut and paste, but I will leave you with the emotionally fuelled Lies. The vocals are radio quality, the guitar has brutal control, and itâ€™s all pieced together with a rough, well-rounded edge.