Serenity have been playing together for 7 years and this is obvious. The band gel together brilliantly with grungy vocals, distorted guitars and pounding drums. It all fits together perfectly. If Smells Like Teen Spirit’ was Kurt Cobain attempting to rip off the Pixies then Serenity sounds like the same grunge hero ripping off Kyuss]
Now this really is a rocking two-tracker that has frankly had us cock-a-hoop in the losing today record shed. Serenity are a Plymouth based trio who so far have managed to secure hometown slots opening the likes of Muse and the Lost Prophets and proclaim that they are basically a hardcore act who’ve cherry picked elements of punk, funk, grunge and less frightening aspects of heavy metal, by that I take it they mean the hair and scary spandex, and fused it all together, and they don’t lie, okay there are a million other bands doing this at present, some great most not so, but Serenity bring a little something extra to the table in that they never forget the power of a melodic thread. Okay The Wave with it’s serrated Killing Joke chords and doom-laden chill is a grinding assault that veers a little too much towards American rock for my liking, but it still rescues enough to bow out with a devilish kick. That said Runnin’ is a totally different beast and by far the best cut here, again the principle is pretty much the same, a stalking laid back serrated KJ riff slices away at an almost, in places, metal funk groove that’s treated to a superb AC/DC soundalike vocal, further down the line the sound mutating briefly into a sleazy blues brawl, reference wise imagine Slayer slugging it out with Zeppelin with the merest trace of Green River floating in the dye, classy.