So it's truly unsurprising that Five Finger Death Punch has managed to stamp out yet another album that sounds like they always have, progressively more stale than their last. As long as they keep awkwardly hammering trends into their preexisting style until they’re mangled beyond repair, they're safe from accusations of stagnation. ![]() Copious amounts of electronics? Releasing two albums within a year? Trying to bring back rapping into the genre, as if anybody in the world really wanted a return to nu-metal? Cover songs done primarily for irony's sake? Doesn't matter - anything to keep the walls of artistic integrity and innovation from closing in on them. Specifically, a rut that is having gallons of cement poured into it, as the tattooed narcissists who would fit right into boy bands if they just shaved and wore slightly different clothes scrabble at the sides, reaching for anything that could possibly save them. Review Summary: "Ce'st la riddance.fuck you."
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