Review Summary: Gods of music, take Woe, Is Me. Please give us back Underoath.
Woe, Is Me is a classic case of internal problems that rip a band apart. Most bands, however, recover from this and some come forth with a nice rebuttal in new music erasing all uncertainties. Genesi[s]
is NOT one of those situations, and has rather become the new definition of a band with potential that is ruined by one prick; Austin Thornton. Other bands should stay away from him lest he starts to domineer and eradicate their potential as well. I'm genuinely sorry for Kevin Hanson. He has to feel like the old man that watches the city grow around him as he decays and becomes less and less relevant. With the massive sound change from first release to second, he's stayed but had obviously no musical input.
I'll admit, I enjoyed the single release of Vengeance, but any chemistry between the members of Woe, Is Me has all but evaporated with the departure of Bohn and the Ferris brothers. I simply don't have the time to write a book, so I have to choose only a few of the many flaws of this album to pick on. But first off, the only legitimate upside to this album is Hance Alligood. He brings the only glimmer of hope in the midst of all the tediously br00tal breakdowns and ugly screams that are unfortunately favored over his enjoyable singing. Alligood has very few singing parts outside of choruses, and would make this band much better if he was the only vocalist. In his absence the band resorts to Doriano Magliano's screams, which while aren't horrible are not what you want to hear for 80% of a bland 11-track album because he simply isn't good enough. The band has almost no art to the constant chugga-lugging, chord-y chorus, and yet more chugging and everything Number[s]
managed to make passable they atrociously fail at. The lyrics are simply pathetic, as Magliano tries to sound as hard as possible when screaming things like:
"It's hard to talk *** with a dick in your throat."
"I hope you learn by the words in the song, that it's been us here for you all along."
The first song I would actually recommend to those curious (though I couldn't fathom why), would be the only one lacking the menial chugs and boring screams. Family First is the only track on the album, besides the acoustic track afterwards, to even attempt at giving the listener any hope to what this band would sound like if they booted the miserable attempts at being "heavy." And without surprise, it bores as well. Even with Matty Mullins of Memphis May Fire
is incapable of making any song on this album enjoyable, and Caleb Shomo's presence in With Our Friend[s] Behind Us is simply useless.
Here's some advice, Woe, Is Me: Boot Magliano, and let Hance take the reins of the band. Boot Austin Thornton, because if you don't boot him he'll probably have the rest of you out of a job soon. See if you can come up with anything in retribution to our poor ears after hearing this. I don't care how long it takes, because I'll have silence over Genesi[s]