Sitting behind a screen and pulling apart a piece of art is easy. Critics that ascribe difficulty to smashing keys in the name of reviewing music in particular, you suck. Taking an art form that requires time, effort, money and creativity and rendering it down into 500 words of "this was good but this sucked" will always seem harsh. Harsh and necessary. I Am Noah's The Verdict is the exception that proves this rule. For every swell of appreciation that this record gives, there's a counter move that disappoints aggressively. The effort put into the crafting of this record is unquestionably greater than the hours dedicated to picking it apart but's still not been a routine piece. A mixed bag, for great want of a better term.