Bathing in the cloud streams endless murk devoid of even a horizon, lathering full foamed with self indulgent mimicish regurgitations, there is a visage devoid of the goop, advancing the form using a new self created pattern of their own design, both unafraid and certain Corrupt Autopilot's Oh No!  is a continuation of an institution left to the wayside in the 90's, full of fun energetic triumphant power chord ballads that take these mature, introspective and flighty turns and twists. 

Reminiscent of the Weezer blue album yet feeling almost like Fleetwood Mac at times, like in the song 'OUR' which harkens to some brusque gothic sensual opioid affair. Oh No! is a refreshing visit to your past with the bonus super power of knowledge of what's to come. Reminding you of speeding with your younger brother in the passenger seat, screaming lyrics together, proving who knows them better, while you race your way to high school on the day before the last day before summer. 

Corrupt Autopilot's message seams clear: growing up and taking responsibility doesn't suck, it's fun…. and loud and they deliver it in heavy guitar indie rock, power-pop fashion.

Every song is a heroes journey taking flight and the album as a whole is the perfect soundtrack to ones youth. But you're a grown man now and instead it is wakening the desire to create a new journey perhaps in the Mexican dessert in search of sacred spirits, together with an indigenous babe where you will find your future and your past. 

~ Greg Barris