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woodyeveryday:

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kylemcgurk:

Review: Falling in Reverse - Fashionably Late
★☆☆☆☆

Giving an album 1/5 implies that it’s just a poor album, but the new Falling in Reverse album is arguably just downright offensive to the ears of anyone unfortunate enough to try this album.
Everyone knows the story of prison and Escape the Fate fued (if not, go to wikipedia, but it’s not that interesting). Now the ‘I Hate My Old Band’ lyrical shtick has run its course, and it’s time to see if there’s a good future for this band. Is there?

The first song, ‘Champion’, starts off with the tried and tested formula of screaming vocals mixed with a clean chorus and woah-ohs. It’s hardly revolutionary like he oh so often claims, but it’s what you’ve come to expect from a Ronnie Radke song (do we really have to reference the rest of the band here?).

Then he switches it up and starts rapping. If you like rap, then oh boy, this is definitely one to avoid like the plague. It’s kind of hard to hear what he’s saying, but it’s something expectantly classy about statutory rape and “if you’ve got beef then you better bring a fork”.
Innovative.
He eventually goes back to spewing the kind of self-importance he’s become known for with “lyrics” like “a champion is what they call me, I rise above it all and I’m not coming down”. 

Then it comes time for track two, ‘Bad Girls Club’, that has girls chanting “hey” over the kind of synth that would have been abrasive in the 1980s and undoubtedly is now. Remember Forever The Sickest Kids? The pop band that Kerrang still occasionally insist on playing? This sounds exactly like them. At least when he was ripping off Motley Crue you could see why one would want to do that.
A minute and a half into the song, he vomits the lyric “follows me on Twitter, asking if I miss her, hashtag set me free” and if you don’t want to turn the album off and jump out of the nearest window at this moment, you’re stronger than me. 

At this point I took a break to clean the glass up, just in time to come back for the lyric “your love is like a drug but it is not enough”. Didn’t he use the drug metaphor on the last album, like, a lot? Is he honestly plagiarising himself too?

Oh wow, the third track (Rolling Stone) is momentarily ostensibly passable. It’s not terrible at first. Most of the lyrics are incoherent behind the tempo of the screaming vocals, which seems like a plus. Then it happens again. He raps. He’s seriously rapping. The first minute and a half were repetitive but vaguely inoffensive, and then he pulls the line “white boy swag” out of his arsehole and everything falls apart. You may find yourself at this point thinking things like “It can’t get any worse” or “kill me, kill me now”, but it does actually get much, much worse. At what may hopefully just be the lowest the band will sink, Ronnie sings about people deleting him off their friends list before rapping “the game fears me like a motherfuckin’ wife beater”. Ah, I get it, because you were arrested for domestic abuse last year? Hilarious!

A dubstep breakdown follows, and the album has genuinely reached the point that lazy dubstep breakdowns feel commonplace. Oh God, this is only three songs in.

‘Fashionably Late’ is an alright song, it’s catchy but the lyrics are vague and derivative, but it could be so, so much worse. Then comes the debut single, that is so unprecedentedly awful I recommend switching to this excellent review. I cannot do better than they did.

Songs like ‘It’s Over When It’s Over’ are generic, vapid, and have lyrics that are irritatingly narcissistic, but not so overtly that they warrant complaining when you look at the big picture (the big, ugly, horrible picture) of the whole album.
‘Video Games’ begins with sounds from video games and more irritating keyboard sounds and more boring metaphors. The lyric “today I went to therapy….” makes me think that Ronnie Radke is lying, or he genuinely goes to therapy. Now I don’t just blame Ronnie, I’m also a little angry at whatever therapist is clearly dropping the ball here.

First drugs, then video games, and ‘Fuck The Rest’ delivers the line “my mind is like a puzzle or a Rubik’s Cube”, proving that there really isn’t a lazy, boring, uninspired metaphor or simile that isn’t thrown in here.

He repeatedly tries to be painfully modern by mentioning Twitter and Facebook periodically (he even makes a “Charlie bit my finger joke”), and sacrifices the “I’m so better than everyone else” shtick in ‘Keep Holding On’ for lyrics about how grateful and inflicted he is. Nice try. Not buying it. It’s actually quite astounding that the pseudo-sincerity seems more incongruous than the dubstep or the rapping.

‘Drifter’, the final song, is some kind of faux-country song about loneliness that would probably make you laugh and say “of course there’s a fucking country song” if you were capable of being surprised this far into the album. Ronnie Radke has succeeded in writing an album so dripping with narcissism that he’s literally the only person alive that could relate to it. Some will defend it and say that egotistic lyrics have been successful in the Glam and Rap bands he’s ripping off, but they at least had the talent to back it up.

There’s clearly some talent in the musicians in the band, but it’s hard to remember that when you’ve got someone rapping to synth and throwing dubstep around arbitrarily. There will still be people who call it innovative and call his detractors jealous, but according to ‘Alone’, he “don’t give a fuck” about us.
Good, the feeling is most certainly mutual.

For Fans Of: Children under the age of 15 who will one day denounce the very idea that they owned this album, or will one day listen to it ironically while discussing the bad decisions they made in their adolescent years (ie listening to this album).