Oh, good goddamned lord! What, oh what, is up with all this fucking screaming like a demon from hell? (See feature story on Alexisonfire, page 51, for George Pettit's excuse.) It has to be bad for your vocal cords, I can't hear a word anyone is saying, and it's just so cheesy and clichéd. When Kittie came out with Spit as tender sweet young things, they were an anomaly as metal girl children from London, Ontario. But aside from some nice low-tuned Sabbath-style guitars, a heavy rhythm section and some decent drumming, they seem to be moving even further toward sound-like-everyone-else metal territory and are virtually indistinguishable from every boy metal band out there - until the non-screaming singing parts kick in. Which is fine if you like that sort of thing. Personally, I'm sick of it. I don't think there'd be much to this if they weren't chicks.
Kittie yowl at the Opera House Sunday (August 15).