Edgy lead guitar merges with the 100mph vocals and paranoid bassline as this record opens. From then on in, the basic ingredients disappoint by turning up predictably and punctually like boy scouts at a morning roll call.
The split, split second pauses, the relentlessness as the punishing pace remains the same, and the resulting sound that nervously changes direction over and over as if dissatisfied with where it’s at.
Self aware and uncool, the short burst of angst on offer here leaves you with refreshed and positive thoughts, as you use the hole it leaves in your head to renew your long-forgotten love affair with beautiful silence.
Take it to the bridge? This is at the bridge inside 25 seconds, and from thereon in there is nowhere for it to go. The value of emo when played out with such a lack of consideration can only be as a weak tool to be used during teenage rebellion, ‘Let’s see what mum and dad say when they hear THIS’!!
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No kids. Let’s wait until you are a little older and wiser, and let’s see what YOU think of it. If you love it now, it will come back to haunt you horribly, a recurring nightmare with both feet firmly planted in reality.
The anxious sound is real enough, but there is only energy here, frustrated, ‘orrible little hormonal explosions of fake vitriol. The louder the volume, the weaker it sounds.
Sorry chaps!
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