Список групп Post Hardcore Vampires Everywhere Hellbound and Heartless

Oh, where do I begin? You know, I'm just going to keep this review short and to the point, as I don't want to dwell on this album any more than necessary. Vampires Everywhere! started off pretty boring, unoriginal, and fake. On Kiss the Sun Goodbye, their first full-length album, Vampires Everywhere! tried to grab the spotlight by ripping off the sound of talented bands such as Escape The Fate, Modern Day Escape, and Black Veil Brides. And it was boring. And it was unoriginal. And it was fake. And it was obviously more of an attempt to gain fame rather than an attempt at musical expression. It seemed Vampires Everywhere! would be forgotten fast, and hopefully disband in due time. But no, it got so much worse, so fast.

On Hellbound and Heartless, Vampires Everywhere! have found others to copy in hopes of recognition. The album finds them re-arranging elements of Marilyn Manson and Deathstars in such a sickening up-front way. No joke, listen to 'Kiss Of Death' and tell me that shit doesn't sound familiar.

As a huge Marilyn Manson fan, I'm a wee bit disgusted by the relentlessness of this band's desire to give shock-rock ideals a bad name. There's actually a short interlude track on the release titled 'III: The 7th Gate', which as I misread as, fittingly, 'The 7th Grade'. The funny thing about that is, I can tell this is a band that will excite middle school scene kids who view the ideas of white-out contacts and makeup to be legitimate substitutions for actual talent and creativity. But it's also sad. Sad that anyone could fall for this "industrial metal" garbage. Honestly, 4 out of 20 is pretty damn generous.

There are a few moments on this album that are slightly entertaining, such as sections of the opener 'I Can't Breathe', and I stress the word 'slightly'. However, the small bits of material that aren't absolutely terrible aren't worth it whatsoever. I urge you, if you can, avoid this album at all costs. When Vampires Everywhere! take the time to stop jumping from sound to sound in a pathetic striving to copy successful outfits and gain fame, write something original and enjoyable, and become real musicians as opposed to attention-whores with eyeliner, I'll start listening. Until then, they will get no respect from me.