Review Summary: frustration on wax
It’s incredibly late and my eyes won’t close because my stomach is turning over a significant amount of alcohol. It’s nights like this my insecurities about the world demand the most attention. I find a healthy way to combat these moments is to have bouts emotionally with another. Everything, just short of a brawl, serves as an excellent stimulant adequately providing a nourishing second opinion in a life that will often become too narrow sighted. My relationship here, though, is tested by a band that I blindly took a chance on- I’m, sorry, did I not mention my iPod completes the relationship? I’d assume it’s understandable as music really is a second, hell, first language, to so many people this day and age that the development of a kind of love isn’t too difficult to comprehend. But here we have it Things Fall Apart and their self-titled release that leaves a jarring impression not two minutes into the affair. I could sit here and tell you how much fapping is possible to a four song extended play, but that would defeat the purpose, simply because you won’t truly care as chances are extremely likely you will not have the same experience as me. Dustin Morris seems to compliment my adage well here by declaring he’ll say what you want to hear over
again and it’s a little statement like that that stifle’s me when I hear it.
It’s a war I’ll constantly lose – the belief that I won’t hear something I should when I look to my iPod for some sort of solace. This idea, or understanding, may be constantly changing its beat but never the message and that’s an astonishing aspect – exactly how much worth is given to anything. I’ve always wondered if others value me as much I do them, but there would be no way to measure that (duh) because the scope does not simply lie upon the two in question but all the influences related to the relationship. Morris screams he’s no longer who he wants to be and at first that made zero sense to me, but the more he senselessly yelled the words of something that may or may not be possible, it dawned on me that this is the saddest realization life must offer. Believing you’ve already ruined a thing of the future means you’re destined
to fail; so it brings those insecurities back to light.
So it’s been quite a tug-o-war battle so far tonight between the pod and myself. Morris brings to mind, indirectly, an interesting concept when dealing with... well, life. Are you not who you are to care more about who you are than others? I’d like to think so because to have everyone on this planet needing to be more mindful of everyone else at any
given time would be a problem. Aside from the fact that no one would be happy, the world would develop a serious case of co-dependency that would essentially deteriorate all living things. Including fleas cause fleas f
ucking suck. The simpler reason for all of the caring nonsense is because it’s necessary to define failure, something I believe Things Fall Apart are trying to do. Are we aspiring to what others want us to be or to become what we
want. Ok, but what if you are living for others, because maybe it makes you feel warm, have you truly failed if the end result was not the intention?
If I could put frustration on wax it would definitely be Things Fall Apart. They make emotional Hardcore so comfortable that the confusion begins to seem enticing. There is some deft play on the Emo genre, especially song construction and the rawness that is served through the mic. Just explaining the way the band swerve between dissonant chords to extremely refreshing grooves cements why the band have so much to offer for the genre they’re creating/saving. Now, ok, yeah, Things Fall Apart are hardly original, but they have a sound that proves evolution. They’ve also got a way with unfolding their music in small doses during the course of a song before unleashing it in full that truly abates any possible problems.