As writer Chuck Klosterman rightly observed in a recent Spin, the problem with post-Cobain rock is that nobody wants to be larger-than-life -- not to mention the anemic music. Aaron Lewis and Chevelle don't begin to shred, and even once-great players have been living too well for too long to really put some oomph into their work. Decorated with a big, red heart shape, Eighteen Visions' new Obsession is everything that Velvet Revolver -- the popular but flat hybrid of Guns N' Roses and Stone Temple Pilots -- should have been but isn't. The band fulfills certain genre obligations to its scene with the emo-damaged power ballads and metalcore double-bass blasts. But the order of the day is belligerent rippers with breakdowns and handclaps between bawdy riffs. And that makes for a good rock show.