Review Summary: How many cliché's can we fit onto one recording to trick impressionable kids into buying our records?
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OK, in all honesty people, Winds Of Plague is NOTHING groundbreaking. It's cool and all if you like them, but they're honestly the Bleeding Through of deathcore. There is nothing "new" about throwing a piano part over a breakdown, there is nothing "original" about having synth strings in the background of this music, either. Their musicianship isn't poor, persay, but their songwriting is very sterile, it's really obvious that they aren't putting their hearts into it and they're just trying to write something that sounds, "sick."
That being said, the vocals are improved from the last album, but they're still fairly boring. The drumming's tight, but it's once more just exactly what you'd expect. The hardcore portions don't transition, the gang vocals are cliché, etc. etc. Through and through, this album is one cliché on top of another, be it symphonic metal, be it "southern" sounding tuffguy bridges, be it "brutal" breakdowns (which really don't work at all with the music they're trying to play), and on top of it all, they can't write a transition to save their lives... if you're looking for something somewhat near what they're going for, but a lot more heartfelt sounding, I suggest you look into the bands Veil Of Maya, Viatrophy, or Abigail Williams (for clearly different aspects).
Were this released four years ago, I guarentee you it'd be quite similar to "This Is Love, This Is Murderous." You will forget about Winds Of Plague within the next two years, I guarentee it. No matter how many shirts reading WINDS OF ***ING PLAGUE everybody has at shows, like the ICON warm-up pants and the As Blood Runs Black gymxshorts, they'll be replaced by something just as laughable in two years, just like the kids went from stretch pants and eyeliner to thinking they're tough.
Who knows, maybe people will get so used to getting punched in the pit that they'll just start punching one another's assholes. Maybe the next genre to be pioneered and then destroyed in minutes will be anal-fistingcore.
robots, I shall assign you a task. Write a review about something, anything, and make it as long as two pages on Word with size 12 font times new roman. You can take as long as you want, and it can be about anything, but if you do it you'll make me proud.