Review Summary: We were just children trying to find our own rhythm, but we were drowning in symptoms. I sold my consciousness in favor of fevers, doubts, and restlessness. Left my vices to the shore. Though you may think me a man among men, the truth is I'm ruthless.1 of 4 thought this review was well written
Remember back in the day when you weren't a n00b, but you weren't a tr00 master of the musicverse? When you enjoyed listening to albums only to a certain degree that wasn't yet borderline obsession, but then one day you discovered something that you hadn't quite heard before and immediately connected beyond a level you previously weren't able to describe? It didn't matter what genre it was tagged under, the important part was how deeply you felt you understood what the artist wanted you to grasp and that you simply fell in love with the music.
Wolves & Machines try making "Ailments" accessible for anyone who would happen to listen. I'm sure if Brand New, mewithoutyou, Thrice, Thursday, From Autumn To Ashes all never existed Wolves & Machines would already have a pretty solidified casino touring gig every year ten years from now. The highs and lows of raw emotion strike a chord every so often I'm left wondering why am I not marveling at what I'm hearing? Must be because at one point and another I've heard all this already. Imagine that.
The not bad, but definitely not crisp production leaves the album feeling quite homey when blasting it through your speakers, busting through your speakers like Tyson's in your stereo. Whoa, sorry, had a little Travis Barker hip hop swagger jacker like Jagger flash backer. His rap crap he made is pretty alright, but this is better so I don't know why I would bother bringing that up...anyway, getting back on track....
Well actually all I have left to say is this: if you still enjoy listening to other bands make music that's half as good as modern classics such as Brand New, mewithoutyou, Thrice, Thursday, From Autumn to Ashes then go right ahead and listen to this, it'll be worth it, I guarantee it. If you think you know better and are too tr00 with a head up your ass and won't appreciate anything that doesn't resemble a second coming to whatever the *** you worship in your musicverse, well, don't bother, but at some level of n00bidity you're missing out.