You know what I accused Train of? That they went for some rosy, politically correct bullshit. A sugar-sweet regurgitation of whatever American feel-good spin doctors advertise.
Gone are the days of carefree bouncing about the stage, and having a rebellious and jolly good time. If it is because of advancing age or because of the thought police would be the subject of a completely different post.
Now, I detect something of the exact same ilk with The Rasmus.
Even if similarity does not mean that they committed the same capital sin. The band’s affinity towards disco style sounds exists … [...] Click to raid more!
First you get the purists out there. The ones with a good tune, but absolutely no willingness or know-how to market themselves. This is sometimes borne from the need to bury themselves deep underground, idealistic purposes or straight lackadaisical laziness. 
Is it fall yet? No, not quite. We are are about to reach summertime. When the weather is high, y’know, that kind of thing. Yet, when I leafed through the review pipe I found a dark, melancholy type of album. Not made for happy, sunny and airy times. And it is from last year to boot. One that patiently sat in the RMR review pipe for an extremely long time.