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Atlas Skye, or, as I shall call them Atlas Skype, is a really disappointing outcome of a year of loyal waiting.
For those unaware, which, all of you probably are, I shall explain.

From the years 2004 until 2008 there existed a band named Drive-By Argument. Anyone who has known me for more than year will probably understand well that they were at one point my favouritest band ever. They were an electro-indie-dance-sex-funk OMGus package of good rocking punk-emo, electronic music, synthesizer sounds, diverse vocals, catchy guitar riffs, electro and acoustic beats unique and odd song names unpredictability. I was in love like nothing other. I first found them supporting Panic (back when the exclamation was necessary) At the Disco on the 22nd Of August (a day after my birthday, I'll have you know) 2006 in Wolverhampton; It was the best night of my life. I can needlessly claim how much they blew me away. I'd never heard music like this before. I even remarked to my friend Kathrine "You know, I am probably going to end up liking these" and I did. That evening, or maybe a few evenings on, I purchased my first iTunes track and it was by them, which was a demo of the song "Lower Your Pieces" as I say, I fell in love. The love was unconditional, beautiful and how love for music should be. From then on, they were my favourite band. I couldn't get enough. It was like a drug that just was never enough. Every song just made me feel so good and happy at my discovery. It made me happy about music, about what music could bring me and shaped my appreciation of music today. The differences and exciting twists music could be taken.

In March 2008 they released their self-titled debut album; at the time the album had been delayed a year due to their god-awful record label (a term of which is so loose, I may as well have called them Cunt Shysters) Lizard King, famed for the discovery of the Killers (look at them now) and due to that wait, I had basically exhausted every piece of the band's catalogue when the album was actually released and a few months after it's release I subsequently moved on and away from their music. But, as soon as their album was released, it was like, they'd never existed. They were no where to be seen for like a year. I found out that they couldn't put up new music as if they did, LK would instantly own them and they'd have no say over how the tracks would be treated. So, gone they were seeming to be. Recently I spoke to some of the members via various networking sites; they told me about a return which would be occurring very soon. I was excited. I was excited to get my band back. It was a similar feeling you get when you know an old friend of yours is coming back from a far off land. However, today, I have seen the come back, and this friend has shocked me. Drive-by Argument are no longer the band I once knew. In fact, Drive-By Argument are no longer Drive-By Argument, but, Atlas Skye.

First thought, horrible name. Atlas Skye, what the fuck does that mean? Atlas Skye? That's the kind of band name some pointless and overly self-assured teenage pricks call their band when they think they're creative. It doesn't mean anything. It's so...pop rock and wank. Getting onto my second point; they are fucking pop rock. Right, I hate pop rock more than most things in the world. I find it to be one of the most bland and worthless genres. It's the kind of wank that the little sixteen year old philistines you meet at college wank over. I'm thinking Scouting For Girls and other such, but, more generic. If that were possible.
Thirdly, I have heard their new stuff and I am completely gobsmacked. I mean, I know that, when creating a new band and a new era for your band, you don't want to sound like the last, but, fucking hell, you could have tried a little harder to impress me. It's really generic pop rock. Just nothing. Even Stoke's vocals can't be arsed anymore, which, really, I thought would be the saviour of this terrible idea, but no.

www.myspace.com/atlasskye

Check for yourself, you may like it, but, I sadly do not. It may grow on me, but, for now, it's a downturned thumb.