Label: IRL/Regretamine Records Website: Cheery uplifting euphoric post hardcore. Geez, who would have thought? Without Thought’s schizophrenic brand of hybrid rock mixes together a hectic bowl of punk/metal/emo. Undeniably they are influenced by a number of bands from the States; you can hear the likes of Thursday, Finch, Rise Against, Thrice and virtually everything signed to Victory Records in their sound. And like a number of their Welsh brethren (Kids in Glass Houses, Attack! Attack!, The Blackout) who dig similar bands, they sing with curiously afflicted Anglo-American accents, more Green Bay than Guildford. I suppose Without Thought epitomizes the next wave of British rock, the water is bloodied and what we now have are these mutant bands, gremlins with angular haircuts and tight colourful clothing. Things have smartened up, the scene has changed; no longer does the image of a rock kid bring to mind a scruffy, smelly hoodied beer swilling oaf. Our rock festivals are full of kids who carry battery powered hair straighteners, there is a spice of androgyny, an embrace of personal ethics (straight edge and veganism) and a whole lot of gushing - paper tigers and petty cliché. Get Down and Give Me Infinity is by no means a groundbreaking release in its genre, however it is a compulsive energetic listen. Rocketing off with ‘Standing On the Edge’ there are some nice breakdowns, soaring impassioned vocals (which in fairness you’d expect) and an infectious energy that runs throughout. ‘Recovery’ with layers of pretty lushness and cliff edge riffery, is gloriously unpredictable. ‘Self Preservation’ the pinnacle of the album revels in the razor blade sheen of the tight production. The second half of the album operates at a similarly relentless pace ‘Regretamin’ and ‘Discipline’ are intense detonations. ‘Who killed Laura Palmer’ might excite fans of Twin Peaks, though the song itself is played by a band possessed by a different malevolent force, one that is flat and generic, somewhat killing the goodwill of Get Down and Give me Infinity; though the ambitious final fulmination of ‘There’s Knowing It and Then There’s Feeling It’ pops the cork, ending the album in minor triumph. It is a pity that Without Thought exists as small fish in an overpopulated barrel. The bands enthusiasm and passion is admirable. Nonetheless they don’t quite break through and hit you with the veritable sucker punch. The genre they fit in, often dismissed and ridiculed is at least vibrant and exciting, if they can prevent themselves from becoming yesterday’s news then Without Thought’s next album could see them throwing away their seatbelts, and go from flashy followers to exuberant risk takers. 6/10