The opener "Anybody Out There" is like Australia’s answer to Nickelback – sans Chad Kroeger’s whiny, “ain’t I hard done by” voice warbling all over it. "My Baby" meanders along without any focus point, and about a minute into the track "Bullet Wearing Trademark Clothes", you wonder if drummer Jason Pinfold knows how to beat anything else but whole notes. Tap, tap, tap, tap on the snare. Forever.

If you think you avoided the Nickelback bullet, you get hit with the acoustic ballad "If Only". Take any Nickelback song – just pick one at random. That’s what this track sounds like. With strings! Then you get hit again with the gormless, puerile ballad "Soulshaper"! Ow, my freakin’ ears!

Of course, there is some muscle in some songs ("Save Me"), and stylized pop-punk chirpiness ("Road of Glass"), and a twisted take on Paramore’s trademark gang vocals in “Throw it Away” that makes absolutely no musical sense. I mean, a bridge towards the end seems to approach a semblance of rhythmic musicianship, but I’m afraid that’s as good as it’s going to get.

This record is made-for-pop radio, wishy-washy corporate rock drivel. By the time semi-acoustic track “On Fire” rolled around, I almost wish the disc was. No substance, no drive and no identity. Predictably pitiful.

Review Score: 2 / 10