My Own Prison

Seether Returns With Another Workaday Outing That Rocks Like Late 2001. Finding Beauty In Negative Spaces Is Virtually Interchangeable With Any Previous Seether Disc, As Well As Pretty Much Anything By The Likes Of Nickelback, Shinedown, And Other "Post-Grunge" Rock Bands. True, "Fake It" Has Zeal, And "Rise Above This" May Very Well Provide The Soundtrack To Late-Night, Soul-Searching Sessions For Teenagers From Cape Cod To Cape Town. Shaun Morgan'S Often Unnecessarily Profane Lyrics Are Another Problem. Witness The Gauche "Fmlyhm," Which Borrows From Lyrical Ideas That Sounded Novel When Trent Reznor Sang Them In "Closer" More Than A Decade Ago But Now Just Sound Juvenile And Unnecessarily Angry. Same Goes For The Numbing Epic "No Jesus Christ" And The Closer, "Waste." Throughout, The Band Shows A Lack Of Imagination That May Ultimately Prove Fatal. In All, This Is Cookie-Cutter Rock That Really Doesn'T. --Jedd Beaudoin