Review: Everon – Shells
Even though we were still using flip phones the last time we heard from [Everon], Shells has lost none of the band’s old lustre.
Even though we were still using flip phones the last time we heard from [Everon], Shells has lost none of the band’s old lustre.
O! let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven;
Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
A fine alternative to a 20-milligram dose of Benadryl.
This album will undoubtedly stab you in face, as the art implies.
An homage to postmodernist composers and a rejection of conventionality, this is prog metal pushed to its limits.
Recommended for fans of: wait a minute, isn’t this the biggest band in prog? Oh yeah, Portnoy’s also back, I guess.