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In a Million Pieces

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I am a longtime fan of Hot Water Music and I was worried that The Draft would try to hold to that style on this album which I knew was going to very difficult, and also the last thing I wanted. I wanted to hear Chris, Black, and George go in a new direction. I was not dissapointed. This album is great from start to finish and Wollard (Chris) does a great job as a frontman and with the backbone of George and Black banging out the rhythyms, and Todd Rockhill providing a 2nd guitar this band has all the potential in the world. 4 out of 5 stars although I feel we have not seen the best that 'The Draft' has to offer; which is a good thing.

When Hot Water Music went on "indefinite hiatus" after releasing the absolutely brilliant album "The New What Next", I was crushed. We all know what that means. It means the band hasn't decided if they are breaking up or not. Which usually means that they are...no one goes on "indefinite hiatus" and then comes back. Doesn't work.

So when "In A Million Pieces" finally dropped, I knew it was the last toll of the death bell for HWM. And I wanted to hate it. How dare they! Scurrilous knaves! Chuck is at home with his wife and you guys are back at it!?

So I put it off. I waited. I didn't want to hear the "new Hot Water Music". I caught The Draft playing at The Fest in Gainesville, and the show was great. Everyone was in top form, JB's basslines echoing a thousand Cure songs without ever ripping one off, George beating his kit like it owed him money, newcomer Todd Rockhill sounding every bit the Southern boy he was born, and Chris standing at the front of the stage like he was born to be there, bantering with the audience, calling us all "turkeys", and swinging around his Tele like it was a snake trying to get away from him.

And still, I waited.

Hot Water Music was always a live band. No matter how good the albums were, they always outdid themselves live. Most bands being the exact opposite, it was a rare and beautiful thing.

So I waited.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. What the hell? Why was I so resistant to this? No Idea Records announced the early release of the album on vinyl, I Paypal'd my money right over, and it was at my house in a week.

Three days, mind you, after the needle on my turntable died a brief and ignoble death.

So I sat and stared at the album I had finally accepted in my heart as the future, and realized I couldn't even listen to the damn thing.

Ugh.

Off to buy it AGAIN, as a collection of those delightful little industry hobgoblins known as "mp3's", and I was finally in business.

I settled in with a Diet Pepsi, a pack of cigarettes, my good headphones, and strict instructions that I was to be left alone for 36.8 minutes. No wife, no kids, no dogs, no phone, nothing.

And damned if this isn't the best album these boys have put out to date. I mean, I miss Chuck. I love the guy. But he's doing his thing, and the rest of the guys are doing theirs, and so it goes.

You can hear a clear and palpable shift with "In A Million Pieces", as the absence of Chuck's songwriting contributions force Chris Wollard to step up his efforts. He doesn't disappoint, but this album finds him moving the band in a lot of different directions...most noticeably with far more Beatles-esque pop influence in a lot of the songs.

It's not better than Hot Water Music. It's not worse. It's really simply a completely different beast. From the triumphant intro of "New Eyes Open" to the slinky synth line in the back of "Bordering" to the 80's punk/new wave intro for "Longshot", The Draft are letting their influences show through more heavily. Hell, you can almost hear Chris throwing in some (c)rows licks here and there!

It's not Hot Water Music. But our boys from Gainesville have damn sure created something that is greater than the sum of its parts. "In A Million Pieces" stomps, swaggers, slinks and shuffles towards something just out of reach, an idea that you know is going to keep them moving forward for a long time.

And we get to reap the benefits.

Awesome.

I just started listening to Hot Water Music so late that they were ending when I found out about them, but I got every CD anyways and hoped for the best. Well, I think we got it, musically anyways, with The Draft. This is not as raw, but in my opinion, it's even better! This CD doesn't have one bad cut on it, a statement reserved for very few CD's at best. I missed them in my home town of Tempe, Az and I am black and blue from kicking myself. I'm looking forward to MORE!

I first listened to this album about two days ago and I was instantly hooked. Great singing and fantastic playing. You can definetly hear the influence of Hot Water Music.

I would recommend picking up this album.

After the full throttle urban rock of Hot Water Music; the draft seems to stay at the sea side of a lonely town. Punk rock parking lots, bad decisions, aftermath, dance...all the feeling populated by a similary colourful cast of straight rock soul and albino paradise. Cut-class crafted of "New eyes open" to such sun-drenched change of "Bordering" you feel the mutating re heal of a new band/ashes of various nerve. However; some songs remaining out of place. The talent and the creative past of the band mambers built a conflict genre motives that fail to present a complete 'album'. There's the mature structure of "Not what i wanna do" and suprisingly low-class "Lo zee rose" (obviously choruses uplift the song) or insightful but sometimes confusing "Impossible". Elsewhere, there's the main ideas backed by the passion and paint-blistering rant. Witty deconstruction of an acute rock brain. Like 'take an endless breath. And rest.

Okay, so this is based on a live show. In Sydney at The Forum last night - 15th June 07.
Now don't get me wrong, these guys were good live. The frontman knows what he's doing. But Jaysus H Christ, someone tell the guy on bass to go and take a long hard look at himself. His, status-quo schtick was pathetic and he obviously has phallic issues, the way he was sliding up and down the neck ofhis instrument. But what really lost these guys a star on the night was the way this wanker berated a couple of punters in the gig at different times for the most innocuous things. Listen mate, lighten up, you brought the whole experience down a notch or six. And if u can't lighten up, change professions.... for the band's sake!

Against Me! were on the same bill that night and the way Tom & Co handled so much more that was thrown at them by the crowd and seemed to thrive on it, lifted the place as much as there "leave nothing on the stage" performance.

Take notes, Draft-Bass dude!!

As a big Hot Water Music fan, this album proved a huge dissapointment. Essentially, it is Hot Water Music without any of the roughness, fury, or unexpected hooks that made them such a powerful group. It's polished up, almost radio-friendly emo-rock that goes for the easy, predictable hooks every time and still ends up missing about half as often. There's an almost palpable effort to smooth out the vocals to the greatest extent possible, and the music itself, while reasonably technically proficient, simply sounds generic - a hollow shell of what was formerly a pretty great rock band. These punks have not aged gracefully.