Wide Awake Bored Reviews

Yeah, I still care enough to spell this Canajun band's name in their preferred lower case, but this might be the last time. It's just another sad story of an indie group that came in with a rare, unique take on melody-meets-abrasion (their '94 debut nc17 is a Canadi-indie classic) only to piss it away by taking major-label "suggestion" after major-label "suggestion." Here's what I would have suggested: forget California and go to Canajun Bob Rock's studio in Hawaii, à la Veruca Salt with Eight Arms to Hold Me, and blow it up motherfucking big if you're going to slick it up.