This 14-track collection of seriously bummed-out music was, apparently, culled from more than 100 tracks. If only Remora had angled the editorial knife a little deeper into the flesh, if only they'd carved away a bit more fat (let's say 14 more songs), they might really have had something here. Okay, so it would be more "nothing" than "something", but at least it would be short.

Remora appears to be the work of one really depressed person named Peter Aldrich. While great art can certainly come from great pain, droning that comes from deep spiritual hurt is still droning.

Enamored's problems begin with its vocal and lyrical content: we're treated to lyrics like, "I killed my brother, it was the Fourth of July / He'd just called our mother a whore," (in "Let It Die on the Fourth of July") and "I'm getting so my life is just a haze" ("Legends"). It's dark material, but not so dark that a bit of eye-winking, "Girlfriend In A Coma"-style vocal wit wouldn't undercut it and render it more palatable. Unfortunately, Aldrich's vocal approach leaves no room for subtlety, or humor, or anything short of suicide. His moaning, off-key singing, combined with his self-absorbed lyrics, adds up to a whinging miasma. Seriously, if you were in a bar and the person next to you started in on how miserable his life was, in Aldrich's voice, you'd promptly pay up and move on.

The accompanying music does nothing to alter the mood -- repetitive guitar parts ramble along, song after song, until it's all too much to take. Do yourself a favor -- don't let this Remora get close enough to suck away your good mood.