Now, more than ever before, seems like a moment that could make or break InMe. Despite their remarkable early success, the band have gradually withered as member changes, cancelled tours and diminishing returns threaten to put an end to yet another UK rock band.
To be fair, the InMe lads aren’t totally without blame. Their debut, Overgrown Eden, saw the band digging their talons into the lucrative coattails of Linkin Park. From this point, things seemed peachy enough. But as the two following albums received rather lukewarm and nonplussed reactions from listeners it was clear that the band were struggling to keep the momentum after their initial burst of pace.
Enter Herald Moth. The marketing companies have thrown around words like “matured” and “technical” as if they were a comical TNT bomb straight out of a Looney Tunes skit. In interviews the band have professed that off the wall (and dead) bands such as SikTh have been a great inspiration. And boy, does it show.
The whole package lacks a considerable amount of coherence. In a bid to ally themselves with the higher brow clique of math-core artists plaguing the world nowadays, the guitarists throw their best SikTh impression into the mix at random junctures, usually to the detriment of the majority of tracks. Whilst blistering, eyebrow-raising guitar solos may be technically impressive, it seems that they’ve been added to most songs without any real thought for whether it’s appropriate or not.
But it’s singer Dave McPherson who infuriates the most. For the majority of the time his voice seems out of touch with everything else going on around him. Give him points for trying sure, as he certainly makes a concerted effort to be the all-consummate frontman with his airs, graces and screams. But the trouble is, he’s rarely convincing. The angrier tracks are undermined by a growl that would have Jacob Bannon shitting himself with laughter, and when it comes for the practically token earnest ballad track (‘All Terrain Vehicle’) McPherson’s whiny little voice abolishes any sense of sympathy. When the time comes for him to throw out a chorus or two, high notes are scattered in a way that would make even Freddie Mercury blush. All in all, it’s his performance that is the most divisive and incredibly hard to fall in love with.
It makes you wonder why the band chose to title this effort Herald Moth. Being one of the most common types of moth you can find in the UK, is this a confession from the band that they’re just a one-a-penny rock band, with very little but a few patterns to differentiate them from all the others in the country? I doubt that was the intention, but this album leaves lingering doubts as to their ability to stand out from the crowd.
Originally published on Sonic Dice.