Tacca Mills
Something Going Wrong
6.1
They're German, or Austrian, or maybe Dutch. I can't tell, and their website, riddled with broken links, certainly isn't doing me too much of a favor. Tacca Mills, boiled down to their essence, play aggro-metal in the vein of Machinehead. So why should you pay attention to them? You probably shouldn't really, unless you have to review something they've released.
With the exception of the passage of the same riff that goes on for far too long, Something Going Wrong begins in a comparatively positive note, remaining groovy but staying away from some of the irritating nuances typically used by bands playing this style. Sadly this changes, as the album progresses, it becomes easier and easier to pigeonhole. The unexpected guitar riffing is what saves this band, as at times the vocals vary too much and are hard to take seriously, especially during the slight singing and half-rapping parts. "Traffic Jam" suggests that their casual and almost nu-metal sound might be more of an accident, featuring a fantastic bridge and a part which appropriately bares semblance to a car honking. There's also some fantastic sections where the distorted bass matches up with the guitar, like on "Cry Out Your Pain", which isn't half bad for what it is. I'm still torn between whether or not that's a good thing or completely laughable. The kick-drum sounds completely flimsy and weak, and the snare is kind of weird. It's not a bad recording, though. Unfortunately, it's not enough to enunciate Tacca Mills' sound into something more interesting. Especially when things get ugly and take on somewhat of a Godsmack sound on "No Time To Hide". While listening for a "go away," or some other lyrical reference, I did manage to decipher a "One, two, three, go!" Oh well, close enough.
I can almost guarantee there's someone out there who'll shit themselves over this album. But that someone isn't me. If you can admit to liking nu-metal and don't have a problem with that in the least, or haven't really grown out of it, Something Going Wrong is worth your attention. Although never sharing a youthful exuberance for this style in the first place, I think at this point I'd rather be playing cribbage or canasta or something.
