| This album is so good, I don't know where to start. As far as I am concerned, it is the best metal album of the year. I literally opened last Thursday night, put it in my stereo and listened to it three times in a row. In fifteen years of listening to metal, I've never been forced to do that before. Let it be known that I love Emmure and their style, but I know that is not for everyone. They do not expose the methodology of cold, calculated by the Acacia strain or thrash sadistic suicide silence. Possessing Emmure is pure gangsta swagger. Riffs were always simplistic but worthy mosh, and what is missing in the instrumental innovation they make for the attitude. "Goodbye to the gallows" and "Respect" issue "boast their growling guitar and drums muscle leader Frankie Palmeri confidently evoke a wide range of emotion to mocking bitter (" 10 signs you should leave "), to regret it sickened (" rusted over Wet Dreams "), to mourn directory (" Chicago's finest "). Emmure's albums were always proudly and defiantly. But "Felony" is different. This album is iron. All that was human has rotted away and what remains is ugly, menacing and criminal prosecution. This album would pull your chest to see the look on your face as you bled out, and then wink to your family in court that he was convicted. And it is f% # @ ing magnificent. "Felony Emmure," take every effort to capitalize on as much brutality of snarling their tools possible. The result is pure sonic thuggery. From beginning to end, "Felony" constantly intimidating, humiliates and terrorizes with absolutely crush riffs. Even the "don't be One," purest song on the album with clean soaring voice reminiscent of Deftones is affected in a nasty, rotting outro. All in all, "Felony" is a slab metal furious, brilliant, and it is as dangerous as hell. The only thing more dangerous than this album is his live show Emmure, now that they are armed with this material. Pick up. |
