|Versus The Mirror
by Betsy Ellison
I have tried to be a good person. I hold the door open for people, and I always say "please" and "thank you," and if I ever came across an old lady needing help across the street, I would hold on to her arm and slowly walk her to the other side of the street. I must have been akin to Charles Manson in a past life, however, because I cannot think of any other reason why I would have to listen to this CD.
As a general rule, I'm opposed to screaming. Sure, sometimes in the privacy of my own home, when no one else is around and the windows are closed, and there's a Rockies game on, and the shortstop strikes out for the third time, I scream at the television. But aside from that, I'm not down with screaming. Too bad all this "album" is is a lot of screaming. I was certain that the whole "screamo" thing had ended a few years ago, but I guess that was just wishful thinking on my part.
The musicianship behind the screaming is pretty decent, but the screaming takes away from it and causes the album to be unlistenable. I could only get through half of it before realizing that as much as I wanted to write a review of the whole album, I don't hate myself near enough to force myself to listen to it.