Review Summary: Well slap me with a dead fish and call me Susie! Trapt are still bad.
Trapt are known for two things: their song Headstrong from their glory days, and the fact that they are assholes on social media. Hoping to resurrect a clearly dying career, Trapt have brought out the big guns, and they are busted water pistols. This was the time to show people what they’re made of, and if this album is a castle, it’s made from moldy tuna fish. I honestly had hopes for this album (not high of course). I thought after all the controversy Trapt might give a single *** since it’s their career on the lines. Albums are expensive to record, mind you. Yes, they want to want what they want, but if what they want is what they want and the audience doesn’t want what they want to want, they should want to want to want what the audience wants. For example, we want another Headstrong, not a generic rock album that would sound fitting in a dentist office in the late 90’s. We also don’t want terrible lyrics that I could’ve written in elementary school, but I would’ve used a little more imagination.
Everything is terrible in this album. There was maybe one song that I thought was pleasant enough (albeit boring). I’m not even difficult to please, I will listen to your grandfather’s new album and enjoy it. In Trapt’s failure to give a ***, they forgot that giving a *** produces better results due to more passion. The singer here clearly hasn’t improved his vocals since their debut album, he’s still singing like, “ehh, whatever, as long as I sorta hit notes I can sing it live”. He gives the bare minimum in effort. The rest of the band isn’t much to write home about either, they play their parts, and their parts are basic. I’m not saying Trapt were ever good, but this is sad. What happened to the fire? The vision?
There is also pop in this album, sort of. There are some some songs with poppy bits that sound okay until the completely not matching choruses come in. Otherwise this is a generic, Nickelback-esque album, and that is not a compliment. There are no songs to recommend here, and there is not much to take away from this music. It enters your ear and somehow doesn’t reach your brain. The only song I remember as I’m writing this is that “I want what I want” song, but it’s only because of the hilariously immature, and repetitive lyrics. For your sanity, stay away from this band and their music, and listen to better rock bands. Keep in mind they also don’t deserve a penny for their social media antics. If you buy this album the ghost of Kurt Cobain will haunt you forever. You have been warned.
