The…The Diary of Everett Miley Redeye Empire 29 Records Rocks like: Red Hot Chili Peppers, Sublime

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In this day and age of “go, go, go” and Internet transmissions blazing faster than ever imagined, it’s nice to sit back, relax and let the world pass you by from time to time.

For Redeye Empire’s latest, The Diary of Everett Miley, you may find yourself wanting to unwind to these mellow beats.

Sounding like the passionate love child of Red Hot Chili Peppers and Sublime, The Diary of Everett Miley does something that many other albums fail to do: it makes you not only listen to the music, but absorb it.

Redeye Empire consists of Gabe Davis and Mike Redmond on vocals and guitar, Eric Stephenson on bass and saxophone, Ben Brown on Keyboards, Ali Siadat on drums and Andre Arsenault on guitar.

Jory Groberman, Pepe Danza, Ryan Naso and Nimish lend their talents as well, with the only unique talent belonging to Nimish’s trombone.

The band itself risks having too many people, but thankfully each member knows how to display his talents without overpowering the group.

Thinking back to the listening experience before a second time through, there weren’t many memorable moments. The music plays on in a mellow fashion with some brass and saxophone thrown in, giving the music a warm feeling all around.

Maybe that’s what the band was going for: some feel good music. It worked – the music was definitely more memorable.

The lyrics are anything but the feel-good type, dealing predominantly with anti-war messages akin to those of most punk releases during the Bush administration. It doesn’t help that the lyrics are sung in runny mumbles – the whole thing comes off as a muddled, fast-paced mess. It sounds as though the band wanted to fit in more words than the beat would allow.

But what’s different about these lyrics is that they tell a story about how it feels to be anti-war and behind a microphone.

“Through one microphone, we’ll struggle on. / We’ll not be overthrown. / We’ll keep on hustling, bustling till the meter’s blown