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Wearing Scars Surpass Expectations With 'A Thousand Words'

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The star studded, Northampton-based rockers Wearing Scars have outdone themselves and their audience’s expectations as to just how monumental this album had the possibility of sounding. Big things should be expected for the future of ‘A Thousand Words’.
wearing scars Admittedly, the cheese factor of this new release does reach great peaks at points, but from the first few deceiving seconds, the group have the ability to catch the listener off guard, whereupon the musicians seem to open up the throttle and successfully keep the momentum flowing through the entire LP. It would usually be an easy call with an act that love a cheesy verse and a smoking hot guitar riff, to simply drop them in amongst the Black Veil Brides of today’s music industry (minus the makeup). But due to the cold late 90’s fluency that swims through each chorus and a venomous aftertaste of guitar solos and emotionally charged vocals, this shapeless catalogue seems to beg for a title a little more comparable with Post-grunge, or something similar to liquid metal. The foundation of the thirteen powerful songs is shrouded in a dramatic nostalgia manifested through Daniel Woodyer and Andy James’s technical guitar work, which not only adds a higher dosage of adrenaline through the sound waves received, but also shows the compatibility of the two guitarist’s techniques. The hype behind the strength of their singles is rightly founded when listening to the rock might of “Stand Alone” and the radio friendly powerhouse “Butterfly”. Although both likeable songs, they are both prime examples of the two opposing sounds that flow through the album. Luckily however, in this case the mix seems to compliment one another.
With teeth grinding tracks such as “I Could Never Say” and heartfelt anthems much like “Wearing Scars”, the faction teeter on a scale measuring them level between an emotional Silverstein throwback and a modern day Trivium. Like the concrete walls of a damaged dam, the liquid metal of ‘A Thousand Words’ is ready to rupture through the cracks, with a force strong enough to carry them far and a blast of classic cheese which leaves them difficult to forget. For more information on Wearing Scars
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