The record is called Ruined
Emo for a reason. Fuck your popular perception of emo because it’s bullshit.
Bunch of overproduced bands whining about how shit their lives are then going
off on multi million pound tours, and if they’re not getting laid it’s because
they choose not, because the fucking groupies are falling at their feet. You
can’t justify bitching when you’ve got more than most.
Recently we’ve a second wave
of emo bands who hark back to the nineties style of the genre, when emo still
stood for emotional, rather than emotionally blackmailing you by over
dramatising every situation so that you will go and buy our album. Instead we
get bands like Manbearpig, three young musicians who tackle the issues they
face and do with more emotion and depth then is contained in the combined post
rejection videos on X Factor.
It’s a gloriously simple
listen, lacking all the complications that bands insist on filling their songs
with nowadays, instead it’s a far more subtle listen where you concentrate on
the tuneful vocals, the catchy beats and the melodies. It’s instantly accessible; but with enough to
have you coming back for more, and the production is raw enough to allow all
the feelings behind the record seep through without been too harsh and sounding
like something it shouldn’t.
It’s more relatable then the
cellophane wrapped, clean cut bands populating the emo scene at the moment, and
more heartfelt then 90% of modern music. This does what music was always
designed to do, make you feel something, and it makes it seems easy in the
process. So easy, in fact, that you wonder where everyone else went wrong.
9/10
