Review Summary: What possessed any "musician" to write something like this is completely beyond me. 10 seconds of decent music is not enough to call this a album.
The only thing that saved this album from a straight-up one out of five is the screaming sections in S My D. Those are the only slightly redeemable sections of this, Its Hard To Be A Diamond In A Rhine Stone, the second album by scene kids wet dream Blood On The Dance Floor. This is not a band, it is a marketable form of torture. They are only consistently marketed because the record companies know for a fact that the scene kids will find the prospect of a singer with a peculiar hair style, completely unnecessary swearing, sexual lyrics throughout, whiny singing and terrible screaming to be completely irresistible. So, yes folks, for the ten dollars this is being sold at on iTunes, there are perhaps ten seconds of redeeming material. Nothing more, nothing less. No enjoyable music, no talented vocal work, just a few seconds of screaming that stands out among the rubbish that is found from start to finish on this CD, simply because it is just a tiny bit better than the extremities of bull *** that this album touches.
The first thing that needs addressing about this release is the lyrics. This album was written by a pair of lonely, perverted guys who thought that by writing the most sexually explicit lyrics this side of Necro, they would have, to use their term, "mother f*cking bitches" up to their neck. Every single song on this album is the profanity-ridden lyrics that speak of either participating in sexual acts, or wanting to do so, with girls that, it seems, have nothing more to speak about than how Dahvie Vanity would like their mouth around their sexual organs. This is a prime example of why lyrics like this are better left unwritten, as they are at times completely vulgar, with no taste to them whatsoever. The average gangsta rapper would quite possibly be unable to spew such filth as found all the way across this album. It truly is the worst factor of this utterly terrible album,to the point where the previously mentioned S My D is an acronym for Suck My D*ck. This artist writes the most immature lyrics i have honestly heard ever, without any sense of enjoyment found in them, merely being cringe worthy nonsense that has no real value to anyone.
The music itself is bouncy electronic beats, but they are extremely sub-standard, with the synthesizers and keyboards being completely off time with the drum beats, and feeling exceedingly samey throughout the entire release. The dubstep feel to this album really does not fit with the screaming that is interspersed throughout the release either, with the screams feeling awkwardly out of place for the overall product. On their own, the synthesizers and keyboards might be just about tolerable, but when everything else is going off at the same time, it feels as though it is just a mash-up of random, oddly placed sounds coupled with the most terrible lyrics in the music industry. The most ridiculous factor of this album is the line "more metal than Slayer" when this is about as much metal as a cardboard box. The only song that even has a tiny amount of metal influence in it is Mosh & Roll, which has a couple of moments with SLIGHTLY more intense drumming, and louder bass, with a little guitar work, but this really feels like a false attempt at heaviness, which completely fails in every imaginable way.
The vocals are the most irritating, annoying, monotonous, whiny, boring, bland, ridiculous collection of spoken lyrics, each one with the exact same tone as the last. The only time when there is any form of variation is the screaming and, well... Think fellow scene "musician" (and i use that term very lightly in this case), if he had about fifty percent less emotion in his screams, and felt even more forced, with more studio effects added in to make them sound more "br00tal". They should form a group together, so they are at least in a band with other people as bad as they are. The vocals are completely devoid of any human feelings whatsoever, being as overly processed as the rest of the album is.
There is no point in saying any more. You already have the idea... Stay the *** away from this album.