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This self-titled album from St. Louis' Torchlight Parade is kind of hard to describe. On one hand, you have several tracks of grimy, crunchy doom with slightly unhinged vocals and a frenetic energy that you would expect to be at odds with the musical direction but fits, after a fashion. Songs like "Golgotha" and "Haddonfield" made me think of what it might sound like if Cirith Ungol's Tim Baker was backed up by Raven. Yeah, weird but not inherently bad. But then it gets really weird when you land on "Angel Wings", which is an entirely unlistenable ballad that sounds like The Beastie Boys covering something by the American Slaughter. There's more '80s glam sprinkled in, even some funky, wah-wah pedal action on the hair metal inspired "Soulstruck", which is entirely at odds with large portions of the album. Listening to Torchlight Parade is a disjointed experience and it doesn't flow well, so even when you find a track you like, the next one tends to be so different it is jarring. I give Torchlight Parade credit for not sounding like every other band. Unfortunately, the experiment didn't work all that well, so they need to go back to the drawing board.