His name is David Aaron and he comes from Brooklyn. This much is obvious from a cursory glance at the album cover. What is not quite so clear is the kind of album he is likely to produce; it's certainly not the flavour of the month NYC punk-funk style that's for sure. In fact, if anything, the first two tracks here most closely resemble Rico from Scotland; merging post-grunge rock with industrial grind. With little room to let in any light, it is important that Aaron conjures up the grooves and the melodies which he does for the most part. He is also a strong communicator; hitting the low registers with a voice that seems enriched by the bruises and disappointments that life has handed out. It's not all great as 'Wild Garden' seems laboured and 'S.W.O.J.' is not far removed from Bon Jovi territory. However, lost ground is swiftly recovered on the atmospheric and slightly disturbing 'Advancement' and the shimmering finale 'Waiting' could give fellow New Yorkers The Walkmen a run for their money. At only twenty-three years of age, this is a mature offering from Aaron with very decent production values.