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The Franklin Cover Up
Commercial

Seven Trumpets (2007) Michael

The Franklin Cover Up – Commercial cover artwork
The Franklin Cover Up – Commercial — Seven Trumpets, 2007

On first glance The Franklin Cover Up's name may appear silly. But upon further investigation - a child prostitution ring involving several former U.S. government officials - everything begins to make sense. The Idaho metalcore outfit

yes I said Idaho

delivers nine tracks in twenty minutes on their debut full-length, Commercial. These songs are a mixed bag: some great songs - "Great Tragedy River Ohio," "They Came and Melted Our Necks" and "A Nation Under Fuck" but also some subpar ones too. The band treads the line between the technical jamming of Botch and the sheer ferocity of Burnt by the Sun. If there was one thing I'd like to hear it would be more experimentation, perhaps some instrumentals or melody thrown in here and there to mix things up so as to not feel so bombarded.

6.5 / 10Michael • December 22, 2008

The Franklin Cover Up – Commercial cover artwork
The Franklin Cover Up – Commercial — Seven Trumpets, 2007

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