This came out in 2003 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
What a difference a vocal register makes.
If Selfmademan singer-guitarist J.P. Matte’s voice were a notch higher and cleaner, this Montreal foursome would doubtless be lumped in with the screamo crowd. After all, their music has the same ringing guitars, roiling turbulence and emotional angst as a whole host of bands popular with the backpack set. And make no mistake: When he wants to, Matte can open up and let loose a bloodcurdling scream with the best of them. Thing is, if you listen a little closer, you quickly discover that the rhythmic intricacy and wiry, angular tension of their lean, propulsive tracks usually has more in common with punks than most emo outfits. And you realize that their lyrics are far more concerned with global politics than personal ones. Ultimately, no matter where they might end up lumped, Selfmademan are still following their own path.
