With alt-metal no longer alt (after all, Staind's new disc debuted at No. 1), Perfect Self contains all the proper ingredients to sell a few million copies: Rogers is sufficiently angry, spitting out his gruffly nihilistic lyrics with appropriate red-faced rage; the solo-less crunch-guitar riffing is tight and by the books; and songs such as "Pain," "Lost Your Faith" and "Get Me Out" sound like what you'd expect from their aggro titles.
While the band won't score points for creativity, enough tracks have memorably pissed-off choruses, and attack with sufficient brutal intensity, to make the mosh-pit mavens raise their two-fingered fists and careen for joy. Criticizing the group for lacking innovation is like getting upset with the rain for being wet, or with Fred Durst for being a lunkhead; it just comes with the territory.
Stereomud do what they do well enough to provoke screams of "turn that noise down!" from harried parents. And in this nothing-shocking age, that's good enough.
Stereomud plays the Masquerade Sat., June 16.
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