Review Summary: Now That's What I Call Metalcore!
I get it, or at least, I like to think I do. We’ve a reached a bleeding point in most sub genres of metal; thus a reasonable explanation as to why everything sounds so damn similar, and has for years, it feels now. And like I said, I get it. When there’s a band that makes something feel so fresh – even for a millisecond, the temptation of not sharing “ideas” would be enigmatic. But what Serianna do with their debut, Inheritors
, is outright laziness; causing frustration not because of it’s “been there heard that” approach though more appropriately damaged by how much talent feels
wasted. With Inheritors
essentially Serianna take everything so boring about the current hybrid post hard-metalcore and amplify it. In short it’s like every band at Warped Tour – combined
My bad. I didn’t mean to make your mind up for you, but skim a set list for any Vans sponsored event this summer and you’ve got an influence for Inheritors
. They pull off their impersonations rather well, they’re no Texas In July
, but their front man, Chris Nutting, would give Jake Luhrs a run for his money. And so the problems begin with the album. Ignoring the Word Alive
mirrored opener, “Fragments”, things set off on the right foot with technical proficiency promising an above average experience. Leads feel grounded and the drums are constantly racing through the track, but the switches in style for the vocals impede the songs velocity and it ends up falling to the ground, and fast – well before the completely forgettable closing. Thankfully, “Guilty Spark” picks things back up and the Misery Signals
comes out. Nutting has some vivacious vocals and seriously has the range to place the band on a pedestal next to August Burns Red
and the likes; however, when he’s on point the band rarely are.
This is such a disconcerting fact considering when Nutting is actually belting a worthy note, flailing about rapid screeches or engulfing the track with a bellowing growl, his band chooses the junz
over the funz
! “Cast Away”, for instance, features the love of Underoath
swimming in a sea of dissonance reverberated low enough for the bass to breathe companied by blaring screams from the front man – but, this is ultimately boring and rehashes its trick far too long. Especially when you’ve got the beautiful “Colors” which actually sounds like a voyage across a river embedded in Middle Earth; uplifted with powerful keys and soaring horns and it’s moments/songs like these that confuse Inheritors
. The band have no identity, if that wasn’t obvious by now, and even though they might look good trying so many different faces on, their charisma and execution is evaporated in the smoke they’re blowing up everyone’s ass
at the moment. They’re either going to be that strong footed melo-death band the title track hints at or they’re going to soulfully annihilate riffs and spark a moment worth stealing – “Revelations”. Either would be nice, just fu
cking pick one.