Review Summary: Can you imagine being in bed with Satan? Well Trophy Scars can!
While I'm on a little high from drinking Red Bull it would make sense to have a shot at reviewing a band that is incredibly popular in an exhilarating genre – screamo and post-hardcore. Trophy Scars have a whole bunch of EPs that play around with the sound they attempt to achieve, and at some stages hitting the target right in the middle point, this is their EP that just didn’t work out well for them. That's not to say its bad though, the music is fairly well written, and the guitars do some pretty cool stuff, especially on the later tracks. The drums are quite interesting and for the most part, successful, and the vocals are pretty cool to. Well...mostly. There are multiple stages in this album where the lead singer reminds me of a bull elephant trumpeting. Apart from when he does that really weird distorted tone with his voice, the vocals are listenable and quite interesting, as a matter of fact.
The length of many of the songs are a big, bad issue. For example, the track ‘Sad Stanley,’ goes for nearly 7 minutes! Imagine that! 7 minutes of Trophy Scars! They seem more interested in wandering nowhere musically and not captivating the attention of the listeners, than they are to not caring about their story-telling and lyrics! This issue is present far too frequently without this record to make it a good one. Unfortunately there’s one very big stuff up by Trophy Scars. That is of course, the lyrics, and the melodromaticness that they yews. I mean some of the things they say are really quite embarrassing to listen to.
”He saw the devil in his bed with his mother!” What kind of sicko would cook up something like that!
Admittedly they have some good lyrics, like the ending of the track ‘Darkness,’ where we find out about people called Mike and Bob. They’re cool names and the lyrics are interesting, but sometimes it just doesn't work. You can only sing your heart out about satan, hell and the devil in this genre so much before you start to realise that it just isn’t working. The melodramatic moments are just way too much for the most people to grasp, and in all honesty, the lyrics are quite unbearable too. There are many problems with this album, and if they were fixed, it could very easily rest at about a 3 to even a 4! Unfortunately it does not realise the potential it has, and therefore must lay down at a 2. Hopefully Trophy Scars can impress us better next time!
