Thrice “Palms”

The band’s journey continues and on their tenth album, Kensrue and company leave the kettle on too long and record the whistle, and release a phone bill of a record, that’s as boring to listen to as it is to watch paint dry. There’s no stamina here, and the lush poetic, rustic alternative approach really is a turn off when Thrice should really just be a decent rock band at minimum. While their nostalgia rings true, it’s evident there isn’t much left in the chamber to let this revival linger for too much longer.

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