"Serj Tankian is not what he used to be. [He's better.] The Lebanese-born Armenian-American poet gone wild has blossomed beyond voice and hair into true fire and brimstone, melodic visionary perched on a cannonball soaring light speed through the heavens, striking chords from every cloud and raining from the heart.
His newest solo project Elect The Dead, where he plays just about every instrument, shows more range than the US Missile System, exploding the parameters of "political" or intellectual music into realms of just good shit.
Sonic sanctuary is the term that comes to mind when describing Serj's voice. An angel scribbling into the margins of a book, unholy, contemplating the afterfuture while indicting the overbearing presence of the present (that's poetry mumbo jumbo for "you'll find it pretty cool to hear your son singing along with this album… You'll pat yourself on the back for raising kids with good taste").