“Though hidden away in the easternmost border of Europe, [SINAMORE] dreamed at a young age of reaching rock’n roll stardom.”

Unfortunately, this three-some must continue to dream as “A New Day” will not be their ticket to success. This is the band’s first released full-length album and oh how that is disheartening. This album resides in a limp realm of Goth Rock riding weak riffs and bland vocals to absolutely nowhere; quite charming isn’t it?

The riffs are obviously the weakest link here. They do not hold the compositions up at all and somehow make one of the most glorious instruments on this earth sound as stale and worn as a grass-stained jock-strap. SINAMORE grab you by your dyed-black spiked hair and shove your face into the filth with the fury of a perverted crack addict who needs to score that last fix. This is not delectable, it is not Metal and if my ears are going to bleed it will be by DARK ANGEL, DARKTHRONE, or AUTOPSY; not this sterile and lifeless recording.

The song structures and tone is about as varied as the riff quality is high. The tracks blend together and blur into this fuzzy monstrosity that sucks 47 minutes from your life with the tenacity only possessed by Pauly Shore films and Boxcar Kids novels (sic). The only times when the album shows an essence of spark is when the Jazzy interludes spark up and a great bass-line makes its presence known. These instances are few and far between, however and really form no lasting impression beyond fleeting instances of mediocrity in a sea of ambiguity.

This whole record rubs me the wrong way and simply leaves me feeling empty. The songs rely on 1 or 2 (at best) watered down Arena Rock chord progressions and riff by numbers with cookie cutter song structures containing no surprises. This stuff may be eaten up by HIMSA fans but not by me. (Online April 1, 2006)