I don't rightly know who this album is for. Angsty music school kids? Where else do you find overlap on the Venn diagram of people who A) want puzzlebox song structures and time signature fuckery and B) have extremely high tolerance for deeply embarrassing, sub-Linkin Park metal screaming?
Every time you try to find something to appreciate, here comes that screaming. You listen to "The Hedgehog's Dilema: Chapter 2", and the song tips you off that something might be amiss, but you say hey, ok, this is kind of pretty, got kind of a Dismemberment Plan via Tool intro thing -
rrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
It's possible that you'll physically cringe. On the other side of the coin; how many people who want to listen to this kind of really impotent, wildly unsuccessful singing are interested in complex music. Maybe there's some overlap with fans of Coheed and Cambria, another band whose earthly existence I cannot fathom how to explain.
It happens again and again. It's the fly in your ointment, that singing. It's The Fly in your ointment. And it's the singing, and its also it's what the singining represents: a band that thinks it's way cooler than it is, this is total twonce rock. The Postman Syndrome is a perfectly passable, over-egged, emotional indie prog band, not the second coming of Slayer. If the guys understood that they could probably make a better album that this 2/5
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