This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Three self-titled albums in a row — wow, it usually takes bands years to become that predictable.
Then again, Days Of The New aren’t really a band anymore. Nowadays, they’re just the nom de disque of Travis Meeks, who sacked the rest of his teenage post-grunge outfit a few years back and started writing ridiculously overblown prog-grunge epics with titles like Phobics of Tragedy. This 13-track album continues in the same puffed-up vein, taking perfectly servicable classic-rock guitar riffs and brooding Doorsy vocals and burying them under layers of unnecessary baggage — orchestras and opera singers and Middle Eastern melodies — until the whole affair sounds like The Tea Party with even huger egos. If that’s possible.
