The few elements that any bad hard/alterna-rock album needs to complete the factory package are dull cover art that’s been run through the ugliest Photoshop filters and brushes (Check), overdramatic song titles (“His Blood, My Hands” means a yes), corny lyrics like “Where did you go when I was bleeding?” (Uh-huh), placement on the subsidiary of a major label (Yup), and a general lack of personality (Done and done). Get ready to cue this up next, late night MTV2 video rotation.
–Reyan (Cordless)