Review
After six years of recording for the indie label Nitro, AFI jumped to major label DreamWorks, losing a few trademarks in the move. In exchange for a newly expanded recording budget (getting Nevermind knob twister Butch Vig to add Wagnerian production isn’t cheap), they’ve dropped their oft-ridiculed Misfits influence — standard hardcore tempos, “woah-oh-oh” choruses — as well as singer Davey Havok’s giant cowlick and, sadly, a little immediacy. Their new image is definitely an evolution, though, and AFI’s dexterous prog-punk shines on such thrilling rants as “Dancing Through Sunday.” What’s keeping the band from achieving a unique identity are Havok’s generic whine and mediocre lyrics. He’s obviously upset, but (save a gorgeous though pointlessly unlisted ballad) you hardly know why you should care.
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