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TWISTED METHOD MCA RECORDS  "When I say Twisted, you say Method!" That's the thing about Twisted Method. When they "Twisted," we say "Method." We can't help it. Oh, we pretend we can... We listen to it and say things like, "derivative," "sounds like everything else out there," "Mudvayne meets lostprophets [like that would be such a bad thing?]." But those are just fashionable aspersions created by today's musical climate; easy answers for when we're hearing instead of listening. The truth is, this stuff is non-stop, rabid energy - infectious, passionate and honest. And when they say "Twisted," you'll say "Method." Twisted Method's debut release, Escape From Cape Coma [an aspersion of their own aimed at the band's hometown of Cape Coral, FL], is a fresh entry into the precarious world of "metal band meets cross-over appeal." A competent representative of today's musical landscape, Escape maintains a disenfranchised undertone while, on the surface, it's both an amalgam and an homage to everything fun in metal today. There is real smarts, anger and passion here. No, there's no reinventing of the wheel to be found on this album, but unlike most of their peers, there is nothing contrived here either... if you hear something that sounds familiar to you, it's probably not so much intended as it was influenced. They will only get better, their own voice that much clearer. The music hits you at a frenzied pace, daring you to not move and then stabbing you when you don't. The hooks are catchy, the songs singable and, most importantly, you can dance to it, mosh to it, fight to it or f**k to it. Though the intent of the tunes seems to call for a seriousness on the listeners part, the best way to absorb this album is with a light heart and open mind. While the familiarity of the subject matter may make the songs easy to relate to, the success of this album really lies in its ability to do one simple thing... To get your ass out of your chair. Don't overthink it, enjoy it. Escape From Cape Coma is a bowl of ice cream twenty minutes before dinner and what mom don't know, won't hurt her. Go grab a spoon... review by scott sisti |
