Furyon - Lost Salvation (Dream Records)

Frustrating for sure, but worth persevering with - probably.
Release Date: 
23 Feb 2015 (All day)

Brit rockers Furyon deal in the sort of sleek, darkly-tinged, grungy metal that US Radio lapped up in the dying days of the last century; Tuneful, tasteful, and at all times stylishly produced, it nevertheless always strikes me that there’s an all-important something missing from the Furyon sound.

It’s not for want of trying or, indeed, talent. Vocalist Matt Mitchell, despite looking like a young Barry Gibb (he’s a Bee Gee, in case you were wondering) has a well-trained if at times somewhat mannered set of pipes that he uses well, whilst sometimes leaving the listener wishing he’d totally let loose every now and then and just go for broke, whilst guitarists Tiago Rosado and Luca Faraone both undoubtedly have the chops to make it as latter day guitar heroes. Their work at the end of second/title track Lost Salvation in particular will have air guitarists twitching and salivating in equal measure. It’s just that, throughout the album as a whole there’s a certain air of flat saminess prevailing that, one or two standout moments notwithstanding, really threatens to strangle the listenability of the music.

These Four Walls starts well before drowning under the sheer weight of its grunge pretensions; the doomy Scapegoat fares better on the back of some more incendiary soloing but in the end at six and a quarter minutes in length it overstays its welcome, whilst Resurrect Me almost hits the heights but just falls short despite a pleasing chorus – Are you getting the picture here?

The bottom line with Lost Salvation is that, whilst there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the album, there’s just not enough of it that’s resoundingly right for it to warrant your close inspection. A friend of mine who writes about music in London said to me ‘I like Furyon, but they’re not quite as good as they think they are’, and whilst I think that might be a bit harsh – they are actually a very competent, highly skilled outfit – there is a kernel of truth in that statement. Results don’t quite equal ambition at this point, but you can’t put a band down for reaching for the stars when they’re pushing their van around the M25 due to a tired spark plug, and there’s enough promise in the likes of standout track Good Sky to suggest that it might be third time lucky for this band if things click next time out.