Remember your deadbeat uncle's â?¦ And Justice for All
cassette and the way you wished that you could match that caliber of bone-crushing doom? On their 5-track debut EP Pages
, Orlando teens There for Tomorrow show a similar desire. The group has the requisite chops, but their collective soul is given over to a Pro Tools take on mall-punk/screamo. Swollen guitars are generously coated with distortion, while TFT's lyrics muse on maturation and impermanence. Like an HGH-infused New Found Glory, vocals teeter between almost-angry and quivering mewl but beef up with sing/scream angst and towering guitars, like a head-on collision between a gas truck and a cop car (sirens on). If your age ends in '-teen,â?� you can flex your biceps or spin-kick your bro with fist-pumping glory, because Pages
is the product of passionate kids playing high-octane tunes for other passionate kids as opposed to the Peter Pans that usually capitalize on youngsters ready to 'rawk.â?� Slick and age-appropriate, There for Tomorrow bleed potential from mosh-pit war wounds and might graduate into the radio-rock elite; they just might want to finish their homework and eat their veggies first.