I'm going to let you all in on a little secret. If you send a CD to Scott and it doesn't grab him on the first listen, he'll toss it to one of his reviewers. Because he doesn't want to listen to crap. He doesn't mind making the rest of us listen to crap, and he'll try to distribute it to people that he thinks will enjoy it, but sometimes you get a CD from Scott and want to punch him. That's why I don't write reviews often, because it makes me want to punch Scott.

I really owe this band an apology. Run Silent Run Deep, I offer you my sincerest apologies. I think I told you I'd have your review up by January. Whoops. The problem was, I couldn't make myself listen to this CD that you call Season of Fire. I wish it was the "Season of Fire" right now because I would burn this CD. At first I was flattered, because Run Silent Run Deep asked Scott to pass this CD off to me if he didn't have time to review it. You see, they read my review of those poor bastards The Carlsonics, and hoped to get a fair review out of me. Oh yeah, but first they called me a "bitter, sarcastic reviewer." Be careful what you ask for. Masochists or not, I don't think you're ready for this.

This CD makes my ears bleed. I can't stand the singer's voice. It's whiny and just sounds off-key. Weak sauce. This band's little letter that they sent to "Great Scott" claimed that they had developed a strong and loyal, local and college following in D.C. Further proof that Washington D.C. is full of idiots other than Dismemberment Plan in my opinion.

Blah blah blah. This album is formulaic, at best. At worst, it's lame and stupid. Lyrically it could've been written by a 12-year-old. This album's been on my iPod for months and anytime it came up on random I would scream and rush to change it. That's how irritating I find it. Maybe this band isn't too bad, but I can't get past the whiny vocals. Oh who am I kidding? This is horrible. I can't even distinguish between the songs because it seems as though it gets progressively worse as time goes by. Listening to this is almost 35 minutes of my life that I'll never get back.

This is early 90's crap rock that was too crappy to even make it to the radio, and we all know just how crappy you have to be for that. Oh wait, a fast song just came on, it's called, "Signs," and wow… wait… it sounds like any other imitation modern rock band. Singer boy is trying to sound angry now. Singing about killing off our trees? Please, just stop now. Hold on, I'm looking this band up on MySpace… I want to see how many friends they have if they're on there. That took too long. Let me just tell you, this band is worse than Creed. I'm going to leave it at that. Judge for yourself.