Why is this review so long in coming? Because I've spent months trying—unsuccessfully—to identify the Pink Floyd influence everyone seems to connect to Secret Machines. I hear Zeppelin, Queen, even Poster Children, but I'll be damned if anything on …
Nowhere transports me to the dark side of the moon. As it was with the Darkness, there's a shit-ton of hype surrounding Secret Machines, and most of it's warranted. But …
Nowhere inexplicably begins to unravel by the time “Pharaoh's Daughter” tracks, and never recovers the classic rock angularity that opens the record.