Extremely typical screamo, this time from Spain. Vocals recall Jerome’s Dream, music feasts primarily on whatever rotting flesh still clings to the bones of Orchid. Cue drum barrage, wall of octaves and incessant screaming. By now the pattern is familiar, and just about every European country has its own example of how similar songs can be played adequately yet without any real charm. Their competence and enthusiasm are undoubted. The only question is whether you’re willing to open your door to another gang of youths and let them join a boring party where everyone looks and sounds the bloody same.