Screamo emo. It’s so hard and extreme that I forgot to notice. Do people really like this stuff? I’m coming closer to forty than reaching puberty. This stuff is garbage in my book. Totally tuneless. The anger is not translated. I do not connect. Can someone show me the way? This music does not touch me the way a good, expensive piece of toilet paper wipes me clean. The cover does have a picture that might have been ripped off from Ansel Adams. Highlight? I don’t know, since I can see pictures like that for free in photography books at the library.