I'm all for some shouting over flayed guitars, but Meredith Graves's particular yelp ruins a perfectly good noisy, clusterfuck, running alongside it without any particular effort or integration, until every song sounds like two unrelated songs playing at once, which is maybe because they record the songs first, and then sing and make noise over them. That's a pretty lazy approach that results in some pretty shitty rock and roll, but I guess it wins some special art points or something. It's like George Lucas splicing different takes together and calling it a scene - no wonder it doesn't have any soul to it.
Here's all this clattering drumwork and guitar noise and its actually pretty intricate and exciting, and then there's just this megaphone-blasted yalp! yelp! yalpyalp! yelp! yelp! yelp! whiiiiiine! yalp! yalp! yalpyelp! yelp! It doesn't sound daring, it sounds lazy.
I hear that underneath it all there's these great lyrics and deep truths, but I can't reasonably recommend this to anyone when it's willfully, strenuously buried anything good about itself in layers of bullshit just to make you work for it. That's not punk, that's not rock and roll, that's just hipster marketing in 2014 1.5/5
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