PureVolume

There are no words to describe the moment. you know what i am talking about:
that suttle five second interlude RIGHT before a band begins to play their
first song. This band, well...they LIVE in that endless anticipation right
before the encapsulation of their words and songs arrive. For the past
year, Burn The Shroud has formed a sense of transcendence in their listeners with
soaring melodic hooks Thanks to Kalin Sankey, an inter-weaving counterpoint
of texture and rhythmn on guitar provided by John Mcginley, and strongly
consistent grooves courtesy of Mike Vennetti (on bass) and Doug Halliday(on
drums). i mean, i am not just saying these things becuz they are my friends.
In many ways, i consider this band to be on the edge of a world about to
fall over itself. One anecdote is sufficient: i remember hearing them on cd
for the very first time.....driving in my car to school. I had reached my
educational establishment but wasnt quite done with the songs....so i kept
driving around until every word and note had been performed. Sure, i was
late for school, but it wouldnt have mattered anyways....i got lost in their
emotional translation. AND that whole day i sat and strongly considered the
notion that these kids, all of them, are not wealthy, not conceited (their
self-criticism is ruthless), and loyal as friends to me. AND then i thought
of how their songs conjured up in my heart of hearts a sense of sadness and
desperation as i reflected upon kalins heart-breaking lyrics and tapped
deeply into the band's accompanying background music. i knew right there
that Burn The Shroud would become something different.....comparable to what depeche
mode, the cure, or hopesfall have done for me in past years of quiter
moments and anguished expressions. I also was happily not disappointed by
ANY of their live shows......With John and Mike flailing around on their
instruments, doug splintering drum sticks to pieces from beating the shit
out of his drum kit, and Kalin lying helplessly on the floor in a pool of
self-deprecation and sorrow by the end of their set, i just am left holding
my breath like i did at the beginning. Before they achieved my subtle death.
Burn The Shroud is catharsis.