"There aren't too many albums that hit you like a sledgehammer on first listen. Blurryface is one of those records, but it's a complex game trying to put your finger on exactly why.
This is the fourth album from the Ohio natives, but this is the first time they've come across my radar.
The duo treat genre barriers with contempt, criss-crossing from radio-friendly pop-rock to emo, reggae and hip-hop with a fair smattering of hard electronica, both within the album and even within songs.
It's an intriguing mix, bolstered by strong songwriting, from uber-catchy opener Heavydirtysoul to the jingly-jangly We Don't Believe What's On TV with lyrics such as "I don't care what's in your hair, I just want to know what's on your mind", and the reggae-rap of Lane Boy, on which they seem to address their genre switching: "They say stay in your lane, boy, but we go where we want to."
Blurryface is a mind-blower - check it out."
If that's not copypasta-worthy I don't know what is
|
| |
"This has an 80 on metacritic lol"
yeah i never pay attention to that anymore since the new aphex twin got a 75, the new avalanches an 82, the new beyonce a 92, and the new chance a 90
none of those are better than a 2.5 at best
|
| |
Album Rating: 1.0 | Sound Off
"This has an 80 on metacritic lol"
wtf how
|
| |
Album Rating: 1.0 | Sound Off
who: twenty one pilots has decided to manifest itself as two guys.
what: twenty one pilots is a band that does not want to be heard; they want to be listened to.
why: basically,we are all responsible for the preservation of our personal joy; but happiness is different. joy is notcircumstantial,happiness is.you can be depressed andstill have joy. you can be suicidal and still have joy. we all stop thinkingand we all stoptalking and we all stop sharingand we all stop creating, because bydoing any of these things we quickly find outjust how unhappywe are. but that's ok. that's normal. don't letthe fear of unhappiness cripple your pursuitof finding what it isyou believe. since joy isfound in belief, we all have to push through unhappinessto find joy.basically.
how: recording songs at our house and giving everything we have at shows. we are not good enough at our instruments tostandup there andhave you watch.since we will ask you to be involved at these shows, we will work to gain your respect andtrustfor the first half of the set; thesecond half is governed bythe whole room.
|
| |
Album Rating: 1.0
Space dude, I've roasted that more times than i can remember at this point.
|
| |
how far up their arses are they? good lord
|
| |
Album Rating: 1.0 | Sound Off
"Space dude, I've roasted that more times than i can remember at this point."
and yet it still never gets old!
|
| |
Album Rating: 1.0
yep
|
| |
Album Rating: 2.0
The band's previous stuff really isn't that bad tho...
|
| |
Have a friend who loves these guys. Plays them all the time it's fckn annoying
|
| |
Album Rating: 1.0 | Sound Off
worse, i had a suitemate who literally worshiped these guys, would only listen to them and practically all day. thank god my setup was better then his was lol got me through those hard times
|
| |
I don't mind Vessel at all tbh
|
| |
vessel is good
|
| |
"i had a suitemate"
yeah man, my penthousemate and I had the same issue.
|
| |
I've had several suitemates
|
| |
Album Rating: 1.0 | Sound Off
"yeah man, my penthousemate and I had the same issue."
you're an idiot
|
| |
Album Rating: 2.0
I stand by Vessel and their self titled as good records, but this album is such an unbearable mixture of cringe and genuine pretention.
|
| |
Album Rating: 4.5
I absolutely love this. but i can see why others would hate it. This band is basically the modern version of My Chem, except it adheres to new trends rather than the old.
|
| |
Album Rating: 3.5
Yeah I still quite like this. Probably the aural equivalent of junk food, and I mean that in a good way - it's nice and sweet and too much of it can probably make you sick, but have just the right amount and it hits the spot like a m'fer.
|
| |
Album Rating: 2.0
"This band is basically the modern version of My Chem"
this sentence is an absolute atrocity
|
| |
|
|