With a roster that features former members of Errortype: 11 and Quicksand, Instruction are a band who obviously carry some clout. They already made waves in the UK with their debut EP and soon after signed with Geffen to record this full-length debut, the ominously titled "God Doesn't Care". From the title alone it's not hard to see that the hardships endured in previous bands have set the mood for this outing. In turn Instruction's music is often just what its namesake implies.

Essentially, the group seem to lyrically thrive on an indifference to the current state of musical affairs, with pop-punk and indie rock being prime targets in particular. Rightfully so too, as both genres have come to be little more than corporate ploys in this day and age. However, while the bands bitterness is often well-placed, the musical means with which they express themselves are sadly less vitriolic. Vocally, the album usually takes on a gruff demeanor as grating, edgy vocals mesh with hearty melodies. The confusing thing about this approach though is that it is not far removed from that of countless other rock radio bands - aka their enemy. Admittedly there's a bit more emotion and a looser delivery here, but it still becomes tiresome all too quickly. Thus, the rest of the band are left to make up for this by pumping out some jarring post-NYHC influenced rock in the vein of well, their past bands.

With this being the case, it's almost like Instruction are stuck straddling both lanes of the fork in the road. While they have an underlying sense of revolution and burning down the system sparking their fire, the way they express it is well, the systems. In turn, it's quite easy to confuse some of Instruction's fierier moments with say that of The Vines or the Foo Fighters and the like. In fact, the only time this album really shows promise is during the more melodic and experimental moments, such as the desolately middle-eastern flavored "Feed The Culture". It's tracks like this where the band truly shine. The rest really just tends to come off as rushed filler from an outfit that should easily have been able to deliver much more. God doesn't care? Maybe. But after listening to this album you can't really blame him.