Every now and again, there comes an album that muscles its way into your head, into your gut and into your heart and makes you feel some serious shit. After 2014's Guilty Of Everything, it certainly felt as though the Philadelphia-based quartet NOTHING had the power to produce a powerful, overwhelmingly emotive record like that. Their misanthropic lyricism and shoegazy instrumentation seemed like the perfect backbone for a tour de force. It would just be a matter of deploying their gifts in the right way.

From the outset of their sophomore effort, Tired Of Tomorrow, it becomes apparent that they have more than accomplished this feat. The pounding guitars of 'Fever Queen' soar up through the listeners chest, as the drums of Kyle Kimball feel like propulsive engines carrying you toward something magnificently, beautifully dark.

Tired Of Tomorrow is the product of an immense dark spell for the band, underscored by the death of frontman Domenic Palermo's father. This darkness is omnipresent throughout the record, but the gloom is not all-encompassing thanks to some staggeringly beautiful instrumentation that lifts and carries without swallowing. This is aided by Palermo's sweet, even dreamy voice --a far cry from his time with the hardcore group Horror Show -- even as he sings about hating other people and feeling alone in a painful, hateful world.

The album has a number of earworms, highlighted by advance single 'Vertigo Flowers' and record peak 'ACD (Abcessive Compulsive Disorder).' The latter is a powerful examination of self-destructive behaviors, as Palermo sings to an unknown party, "Here we are again / someone find the cure 'cause you know me and I am not well / I always knew / I'd eventually hurt you." The crunching rhythm guitar, bruising drums and shimmering lead all build up to form a stunningly self-deprecating and self-loathing chorus making it one of the year's best songs thus far.

The album concludes with the title track -- a six-minute piano ballad laced with a stirring string section that comes together to feel like lying in a cell-like apartment as the walls close in. The song is the result of NOTHING wanted to boldly expand their musical horizons beyond their standard palette. "We wanted to do something than have another boring guitar song," said Palermo in the first episode of a mini-doc about the album, "so we made a boring piano song instead."

With the 27th anniversary of The Cure's Disintegration having just passed us by, it seems fitting that a band like NOTHING would release a dense, melodious and epic not unlike Robert Smith's magnum opus. Tired Of Tomorrow is a bold, expressive grandiose album that proves capital-R Realists can make something just as beautiful as capital-R Romantics.