No matter how much energy The Rescu try inject into their soft-rock debut, it can’t help but drag turgidly along like Foreigner reunion-album outtakes. Imagine Tree63 without choruses, melodies or hooks. On “Sharpeville” they compare watching from a New York apartment as the Twin Towers fall with parents seeing their kids gunned down during the Sharpeville uprising, and then call to their God for peace on earth. I can only wonder why they didn’t start with a smaller but no less achievable task and plead to be gifted with talent. Not even an omnipotent God can save them from their punishment of supporting Prime Circle for all eternity. The problem is, they’ll probably conceive of it as some kind of heaven.
