What do you do when the driving creative force behind your young band turns out to be a raging egomaniac? Worse, that raging egomaniac thinks he's some sort of new rock god, channeling Jim Morrison in all his blustery, pretentious, Lizard King glory? Well, if you're Days of the New, you pretty much put up with it, because, face it, what the hell else are you gonna do? If it weren't for singer-songwriter Travis Meeks and his relentless ambition, you'd probably still be tossing burgers somewhere in Charlestown, Indiana (or later, Louisville, Kentucky; with stars dancing in your collective head, you relocate to that bustling town with hopes of hitting the big time). But let's say Meeks cites "creative differences," chucks the three of you out the door, and records the follow-up to your hugely popular, platinum-selling debut all by himself, keeping the name and whatever glory may come. What do you do then? Well, if you're the three homeless guys kicked out of Days of the New, first you laugh at Meeks's total failure with that sophomore album, then you return to Louisville, get a new singer, and regroup as Tantric, playing pretty much the same sluggish snooze-rock as your old band. And that's exactly what guitarist Todd Whitener, bassist Jesse Vest, and drummer Matt Taul, with singer Hugo Ferreira, have done. The new quartet's self-titled debut album isn't due until February, but something tells us that the stale retro yawns via post-grunge rhythms won't go over that well with the rap-metal-obsessed fans that are its target audience. Because, really, Days of the New was pretty lame in the first place, and if the head honcho can't make good these days, what chance do his backup players have?