Review Summary: Impossible to forget the riffs.
Back when riffs were still riffs there was a riff band called Lostprophets. The shit ruled because of the riffs, and then it turned out later the singer was a fucked up pedo that deserved to die in a cell alone for the rest of his life. What a shame, for the music riffs.
The songwriting here is written well as songs are written. Every chorus and melody is louder than a tank shot in a stadium. I honestly believe in the hands of another band, this album would fall flat - the passion for the music is undeniable, they loved the riffs. Each song is louder than before, including the catchy drums which are ham. This shit is pure adrenaline, anthemic post-hardcore/alternative rock with hints of metal, and it shreds. A more commercial sound than their first album mixes with their usual fired up approach, bringing to mind Linkin Park or 30 Seconds To Mars’ A Beautiful Lie, and it also makes me think god damn, this shreds. This shit is so catchy that even though I tried to forget every song off of this album ‘twas impossible cause riffs.
Musically speaking, this album slapped back in the day and still slaps. Can the singer be separated from the music? Dunno mane, all I know is this: it’s good. The lyrics are difficult to take seriously cause the singer is a piece of poo, but riff-wise this album is still good. Excellent even! I remember a time when this musically inspired me. It is an important piece of musical history, for the wrong reasons these days, but it had every right to be considered a classic back in its hay day cause of the riffs.
Conclusion: dang, this riffs and fuck Ian!
