Review / 200 Words Or Less
I Adapt
From Town to Town

Six Feet Under (2007) Jason

I Adapt – From Town to Town cover artwork
I Adapt – From Town to Town — Six Feet Under, 2007

When I think of Iceland I don't think of hardcore bands. Actually, I don't think I ever thought about Iceland for anything musically besides Björk and The Sugarcubes. I Adapt sounds nothing like that schizophrenic ageless midget but they do sound like The Hope Conspiracy and other Deathwish Inc. type hardcore bands. It's an emotional outpouring over pounding rhythms and devastating riffs. If you are into that overdramatic metallic type hardcore I would urge you seek this out. I'm a little burnt out on the sound but I Adapt does it well.

6.5 / 10Jason • September 3, 2007

I Adapt – From Town to Town cover artwork
I Adapt – From Town to Town — Six Feet Under, 2007

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