The word suck came in mind once I started listening to this piece or art. Indeed Nevea Tears (I have heard worst names, but not too many) suck big time with their amazing album Do I have To Tell You That I Love You. Well no, dude, you don't have to. But that doesn't mean I have to like you... Are you gay? Anyway I even managed to overcome the ludicrous title (can you say naked with hands in pockets?) but the music made me call it a day.
This... Metal is definitely false. All true metallers rise your fists (or at least the middle finger) to bands & labels that waste significant quantities of plastic in order to produce such garbage. Hardcore (my ass) with rave / beat elements (your ass at risk here) and evenly ludicrous song titles from a band that starts its biography like this: Somewhere in Southern California a man found a phone number hanging on a wall. Two weeks later, Nevea Tears formed. What more can I say. Their biography says it all. My hamster found a new piece of paper to chew in its free time and I found a new coffee holder. What more can I ask from life?