When Las Vegas is accused of being shallow, over-commercial, morally degenerate, overly flamboyant, and lacking substance, we immediately think of casinos, strippers, neon lights, strippers, cheap cocktails, strippers, and did I mention strippers? With the emergence of Las Vegas natives Escape the Fate, we now have a new stereotypical Vegas act.
Imagine a Bullet for My Valentine cover band mixed with Senses fail, with the attitude of Tommy Lee. This is mainstream-ized scream metal turned glam rock. This is a band that thinks if it can have a.) a guy in make-up scream and b.) guitarists who hit open power chords twice a measure, they are "heavy." Combine this with their self-absorbed image. I swear if the camera had a dick these guys would have sucked it dry.
I break into a sweat just thinking about how many eye-liner boys will think this is "hardcore," putting it in their iPod playlists alongside Silverstein and From First to Last.
I feel like this is some sort of sick corporate joke. Escape the Fate is to 2006 as Good Charlotte was to 2002: all image as appeal, little musical substance. Not only does ETF lack any power in trying to sound heavy, their melodic attempts are absolutely hollow.
But here�s the surprise! This is an Epitaph release! I refuse to believe the label that brought the world Refused, Hot Water Music, Rancid, and Union 13 could be responsible for this self-absorbed eyesore.
I kid you not when I say they love themselves. Does a band really need their Myspace bio to be nearly 1200 words long? Do they need to end this bio with the singer saying, "We�re gonna be the biggest thing. So huge. I know it."?
Not on my watch, Gene Simmons Jr. I will do anything in my power to expose Escape the Fate�s lack of substance, originality, power, real emotion, and musicality.
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C.L. '06 |
