Review Summary: Bruh, this is the most brutal band ever.
Emmure is a band that takes itself way too seriously, and they even show it in their music. Literally, a line from the title track, Felony, states that "We're hard, son!" All lyrics on this album are of the same stupidity, including telling an unknown person to ask their girl how the sayer's male genitalia tastes, and as such, the band cannot be taken seriously whatsoever, except by a true bro, which this album is intended for. The formula for every song includes chug, breakdown, chug some more, another breakdown, still more chugging, yet another breakdown, and so on, lacking any real structure for a good song. And Frankie Palmeri's terrible-sounding talking and screaming just adds even more to dislike about the sound of this album. There's truly no moment on this album that is even close to listenable, except by people who are brain-dead by all the alcohol and drugs they ingest. Also known as a bro.
There is one moment of promise in the beginning of the opening track. The opening drum part is interesting, until the panic chords come in. The panic chords are literally earsplitting, but not in the good sense. And the mindless chugging in every song makes the album blend together, with the listener not given any mercy until the album is actually over. But there's a good thirty-one minutes until said mercy is given to the listener. There is only one track, The Philosophy of Time Travel, that breaks the formula established by all of the other songs. While this could be a good thing, it ends up just making the album worse, with a failed attempt at a mellow interlude, as it could not be considered an actual song. No tracks are worth noting, as they are all as bad as the last one.
Once an actual listener, not a bro, has listened to this album, it will become very apparent that a band that thinks they're the most hardcore thing since hardcore porn, is just about as hardcore as
The Beach Boys. Great job,
Emmure, at creating another album of the same boring metalcore that never really worked, and still doesn't, except for, the musically challenged bro.
