Crobot Puts Muscle Behind Every Note For "Nowhere To Hide"

Everybody in Pottsville Pennsylvania powerhouse Crobot got their heads into the game. Unplugged mentality got resoundingly kicked to the curb with "Nowhere To Hide", a single that snarls its way into your craw, lays eggs, and vows never to leave until you've taken leave of your sanity. Brandon Yeagley has been receiving high praise for his extremely strong vocals. I get that right away. Nothing phoned in whatsoever. He reaches for and hits the sweet spot notes consistently. Helps if your posse is equally entrenched in going for the throat mode. Chris Bishop knows where to touch the most stinging, stunning pressure points on guitar. That's lightning in a bottle that needs to be unleashed again and again. Brandon's singing about a refrain too many in this country know too well. Your ducats go towards survival, survival and yes...continued survival. You get the whole buried under piles of debt aesthetic don't you? The money isn't keeping up with even the basics. On the front line it's hard to survive. Trying to dig your way out of it only puts you in deeper. Now about the video. That's rudimentary ape man backdrop. Beards are a thing with the boys I see. Must keep your Sasquatch out there where everybody can potentially see it. Paul Figueroa doesn't hold back bashing the skins. First impressions are often the most important. Lucky are you who are hearing Crobot for the first time through "Nowhere To Hide". You get a keen appreciation for how their live shows already kick serious butt, take serious names, etc... Crobot sounds like they're fully engaged in what they're doing. They get off on what they're doing. Audiences pick up on that sort of genuine enthusiasm. It sends fingers to the iPods, frantically adding Crobot to the playlist for a much appreciated cosmic boost. Impressive too is how the instruments mesh to form a tightly wrapped package that at times looks too pretty to unwrap. Not to worry. Crobot will blow the roof off the wrapping for you. Jake Figueroa understands that a bass guitar needs to extend its reach into the nastiest of crawl spaces. Does he ever score big points in that area. Brandon's singing sounds even more menacing with Jake's bass to ratchet up the octane bar a few notches. Paul proves he can play timekeeper and drum virtuoso who's not one to shy away from a vulgar demonstration of his fortitude. Look at Brandon's eyes when he sings. He's not all there upstairs which is a metal maven's biggest piece of good news. I am taken aback by his octave range. It's measured like a boxer who knows exactly where to fire the next blow. His band follows him up to those vertigo inducing heights. The view is quite impressive. "Nowhere To Hide" gives hard rock fans everything they crave in the genre fused with a steelworker's torch. Let's cross our collective finger that other tight riff roaring goodies like this will be headed down the pike in short order. Let us be spoiled in the short term so we have the basis for an excellent remember when chat a few years hence.