After keeping up with the catalogue for two decades, the band make a point to highlight their longevity on their ninth record. With trash lyrics for the majority of the album (no, seriously, just give it two tracks) it’s clear Chris Conley doesn’t have much to say these days. The dude used to be such a good writer, with the band’s first six records being absolutely sensational, with vivd imagery and great story telling tossed in at times for good measure. And sure, in a long career there’s bound to be a few duds thrown about, but on the band’s latest album, it’s clear there is no agenda and zero effort to spurt emotions into the notebook. While some of the melodies are worth noting, the cringeworthy moments that plague the majority of the album make me wish this one never came out.
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