Fold Zandura
Ultraforever
(BEC)
Drab. Lifeless. Tedious. These could in fact describe this album if it evoked any reaction whatsoever. As innocuous as “The Wall” played in grocery store Muzak, the songs on Ultraforever have nothing of real merit, save for the band’s laughable lack of character. Pair New Age metaphysical nonsense with late-80s Manchester rip-offs, and you’ve got a close approximation of what Fold Zendura tries to offer. These guys probably thought U2’s Pop was innovative, judging by their lofty pretensions and overused studio productions. Closer inspection of lyrics is not advised, either. Want a sample of the absurdities found on this abomination? Try “...you were once worshiped as a fire king south of Naxos, shaped by scirocco heat far above surfacing the Sea of Crete...” (from “Samovar”). What!? Even Rush had their limits! Maybe their next record will at least bomb with style. 
Mike Bümm