Browse For The Fallen Dreams’s MySpace (www.myspace.com/forthefallendreams). This band does not have a Wikipedia article, so I had to do my research somewhere. Anyway, so, browse with me… What have we got? For one, a pretty competent header that is also their latest album Relentless’ cover (good cover). Ah, past the player (with songs), and now a photo line up of the band members. The portraits all have the eyes crossed out. Hm, now an e-poster for their participation in 2009’s Thrash And Burn Tour (Devildriver, Emmure… Oceano). Ok, finally the bio; they are from Lansing, Michigan… Have lyrics about “life, relationships, and struggle” (I heard with regret a few times as well)… Oh, and are “On their way to setting the bar for the future of hardcore.” Hell yeah! Other than three separate banners for their merch (featuring fan favourite lyric “WHERE WERE YOU”… Too intense to make it a question. Word to that, bros!) and some studio videos, I think I have taken in all that I need. Facetiousness is unbecoming of me, but that damn MySpace… It would be grossly unfair to rate this release based on their MySpace of all things, but it is an accurate summation of what is to be found sonically on Relentless; a bland (as hell) concoction of take-your-pick latter day metalcore clichés. For The Fallen Dreams are followers, For The Fallen Dreams are sheep, For The Fallen Rose Sad Whatever are boring sheep. Their debut full length (released in 2008) is named Changes, a misnomer that leads one to consider the gem in their bio citing that “hidden in the obscure depths of the internet are bands that give this genre hope, and if you look hard enough, you can find them.” Sure, ok, not here.
Yeah, Relentless is terrible. It is not as obnoxious as A Higher Place or as nauseatingly precious as With Roots Above And Branches Below, but it sure as hell is the most tedious album of the year. Ten out of twelve tracks are, without exaggeration, covers of the ones preceding it. From meaty downtuned riffs that would even be banal on a Bury Your Dead album, to mean spirited and schlocky breakdowns, range is a distant unobtainable concept for this band. Singling out songs other than “Defiance” and “In Sincerity” would be utterly futile. What you get on one, you get on all with a few games of eighth note musical chairs (for fun, oh God, I hope.) The aforementioned tracks breaking up the severe monotony are only successful at delivering Misery Signals masturbation of the highest form.
This was a difficult album to get through… Utterly uninspired and frustratingly realized. The irritation inevitably comes with the apparent conviction this band has that they are producing worthwhile music. The delivery of riffs and vocals are so immodest in performance, and oh so smug with a biohazardous saturation of breakdowns. The insult (or retribution for the poor bastards who bought this) on top of all the injury, is that the oblivious kung fu pandas who are into this style of music would probably even consider it second rate.
Completely forgettable.
(3.0/10)
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