Since the Swimfan flick is essentially a youthful rip-off of 1987's Fatal Attraction, it makes perfect sense that its soundtrack is waterlogged by up-and-comers with nothing new to add to the rock lexicon. The gasping-for-air trend that is the nü-metal power ballad gets what should be its final lap across the shallow pool of collective consciousness, and forgettable outfits such as Default and Saliva flutter through belly-flopping anthems with all the precision -- and feeling -- of synchronized swimmers. Eleven of the dozen acts on the CD (Flaw, Ash, Wayne) have one-word names, and the groups' music is equally interchangeable, providing the sonic equivalent of a Speedo: tight, tacky and laughably unfashionable.
