Review Summary: Yeah… sure… whatever, I guess?
You’d think after eight full-length albums, You Me At Six (or really any band for that matter) would have figured out how to write quality music. Evidently not, because here we have yet another thoroughly middling album from that one pop-punk band that is probably too insignificant to care about but more significant than they deserve.
I guess this album could qualify as standard? There are hooks a-plenty, quasi-punk guitars, thumping drum beats, and even terrible lyrics. Sounds pretty standard right? Except it’s not really good either. Despite being nearly twenty years into their careers, they still sing songs about teenage angst, heartbreak, and throwing peace signs. (Because teenage angst in your thirties is totally normal, right?) The musicianship isn’t even particularly bad. It’s somewhere… well… I don’t know. It’s somewhere in the middle.
There are a couple of good tracks, like “After Love in the After Hours” and “No Future? Yeah Right,” and then there is “Breakdown,” which is literally so bad I had to stop and listen to something else before I could continue the album. Between the peaks and valleys though, it’s a flatland of mid. That’s right, pure, unadulterated boring.
Should you listen to it? Probably not. Are there people who will listen to it? Most likely. Will they like it? I don’t know. I’m going to go back to listening to better music now.
