When I learned Emmure was still a band, and releasing a new album, I was drawn to listening to it. Why? I couldn’t actually answer that.
On paper this is a band that my listening tastes suggest I should at least like, possibly enjoy, yet here I am looking at them more as a curiosity than a capable musical act. Frankie Palmeri and whomever he can get to help him are guilty of some of the most ignorant music this side of modern pop and rap drivel, and has really continued unabated since their early releases. A few decent tracks across a bunch of albums does not make for a good band.
Opening like it’s 1999 with the heavy but highly nu-metal rapped vocals of (F)inally (U)nderstanding (N)othing, it is a dedication to the band’s fans and I may just be regretting my curiosity only two minutes in. Trash Fodder is very similar with a very Korn feel, again with heavier vocals at times. If I can give Emmure any real credit, it is vocalist Palmeri’s heavy, heavy vocals at times. If was being used amongst less ignorant lyrics, it may well carry some weight.
By half way through it is obvious that they don’t care what anyone thinks of them. The juvenile tough-guy lyrics on Persona Non Grata make that much apparent, the dumbest King 810 lyrics are almost Shakespearean by comparison. Unless nu-metal circa 1997-2003 was your jam and you have missed it since it imploded in on itself, there really is not that much here to even get into.
Curiosity killed the cat as they say, and maybe it is my ignorance towards Emmure and whatever their music is, but after yet another failed attempt it is obvious this just isn’t a band for me. Dye your hair, pierce your nose and go get a few cool tribal tatts that might help you enjoy whatever the fuck is going on here. I doubt it, though.
1. (F)inally (U)nderstanding (N)othing
2. Trash Folder
3. Pigs Ear
4. Gypsy Disco
5. I’ve Scene God
6. Persona Non Grata
7. Thunder Mouth
8. Pan’s Dream
10. Informal Butterflies
11. Action 52
12. Bastard Ritual
13. Uncontrollable Descent