From the opening shots of the plethora of black-clad scenesters, we know we're in for something terrible. As the four members of Bullet for my Valentine take the stage, this is only confirmed even more. Like a poor man's Trivium, they generically "rock" the crowd, "shred" on their guitars and "thrash" like only a metalcore-by-numbers band can. Matt Tuck howls excitedly throughout, overwhelmed that people actually enjoy this t(h)rash- hell, I'm amazed myself.
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