Toronto’s Cold Dead Hands play middling alternarock with thick, down-key classic rock/grunge riffs.
This 7-song EP opens with a sludgy midtempo rocker with irritating, sing-song verses but a bright, catchy chorus. “When I Get To Your Age” and “Wasn’t Supposed To Happen” picks up the pace, but the riffs are so crunchy, you could break your teeth on them. “Chickens” goes for a fast, muddled Nirvana sound, but trips over itself. Later, “Settle Down” has a Soundgarden groove, but is underwhelming.
Outside of some decent choruses, occasional background harmonizing, and a couple of trippy guitar solos, Cold Dead Hands is a boring bar rock band circa 1995.
Bottom Line: Rush keeps their Toronto rock crown.
Notable Tracks: All The Juice