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Crease is the word! And lots of people are sure to be talking about Crease when they hear the second full-length album entitled Only Human from South Florida's edgy rock foursome.
Crease landed at Roadrunner Records after Florida's biggest commercial rock station, WZTA (94.9 ZETA), embraced Crease's anthemic, fist-pounding hit, "Frustration" which was the most requested song for weeks and remained in active rotation for a full year on the station. After the release of their debut record Vindication on Roadrunner, Crease returned to the studio with multi-platinum, Grammy-winning engineer/mixer/producer Charles Dye, who's credits include Aerosmith, Jon Bon Jovi, Sammy Hagar, Lauryn Hill and Ricky Martin - a great pairing for the hard-hitting rock band, because the chemistry was right-on and the result undeniable." Crease's sophomore full-length Only Human contains 12 fat, hook-laden, rock hits, certain to establish Crease among rock's new powerhouse bands.
The first single off Only Human, "Nothing is Real" is as real as it gets with big guitar and melodic in-your-face vocal hooks certain to catch fire at rock radio. Stay tuned, and dig into the new larger-than-life full-length album, Only Human, from Crease.
Review from antimusic.com
"If screwed up election results & alligators are all you think of when contemplating Florida, hopefully Crease changes all that. With the release of their second album, listeners get to witness an up and coming band's skillful lunge at a chunk of the alt metal pie. "Only Human" blends an impressive mix of songs featuring solid musicianship all around. The fairly broad vocals range from purring to growling in the time it takes you to read this. Intelligent, challenging lyrics take the audience into an intense world where revenge is meted out lyrically. The command in "Ordinary" to "Be yourself instead of being me," seems to be one they hold themselves to when they pay musical tribute to their influences. Such songs, like the Zombie-esque "Transparent", stop short of becoming an outright rip off, neatly taking off on its own tangent. Interesting guitar playing & effects on all of the songs add to the value & intrigue. The opening song, "Nothing is Real" showcases all of this nicely, making a very good introduction for the uninitiated.
Rather than listing song after song that would qualify for heavy rotation, any of the songs on this album would sound perfect blasting from the radio. Fortunately, the edgy guitar undertow should keep Crease from being dismissed as yet another alternative band in the vast sea of similitude that presently chokes the airwaves. Can such a mature sounding second album have anything to do with their Grammy winning producer, Charles Dye? In spite of the weird, Top 40- friendly fare Dye has churned out previously, including Ricky Martin & Spam Jovi, this album stands alone. Rather than cramming Crease into the hit generating, 'sound like everyone else' mold, the end result bristles with imagination, promise and even originality.
This ear catching assortment of tunes will delight one and all, offering tunes that rock hard alongside anthematic ditties bound for radio glory and ballads that won't make you roll your eyes & skip to the next song. The Def Lep cover even accomplishes the impossible: transforming cheesy, radio- filler into something far more crunching & driving than anything Lep ever mass-produced, as implausible at that sounds. Run out & buy this album today for the future bragging rights of liking these guys way back when. If future albums continue to highlight such growth & evolution, Crease will be the next big thing & Roadrunner Records will look back with regret on the day they dropped Crease from their label.
I give it 4 stars- This is an excellent album, but Crease are too young in their career to start resting on their laurels."
Review from NYRock.com
"The boys from Florida are back – and with a vengeance. When last we checked in with them, they had just cut a record, and things were looking up. But real life ain't Hollywood, and just two weeks after the release, the guy that signed them was gone, and they parted with the record company. Instead of pumping gas and painting houses, they continued on, and now we have this release. I still think they don't know there are nine numbers on the amp dials below 10, because this disc has all the subtlety of a right cross from Mike Tyson. To be honest, there are dynamics in spots, where the music comes down for a nice effect, but at times it's like looking for Waldo. Simply put, if these guys were any more energetic, they'd explode. More melodic than the current crop of speed punk and rock bands out there, their music is satisfying because it has hooks. You might feel like you're getting beat up while you listen, but the hooks stay in your head. And even a song that starts off slowly, such as "Indifferent," is a ballad in disguise. Sure, it's calm, the drums are buried a bit in the mix for effect, but then, about one minute in, things get louder, and 30 seconds later, bam. If you take your coffee black, and your whiskey straight, fire up Crease and rock on."