вЂњMy Own LifeвЂќ takes the redemptive 3 Door Down thing and botches it up with a set of clichГ©d, lazy lyrics: вЂњ Fate is kicking down my door / But I donвЂ™t live there anymore,вЂќ and вЂњMiles ApartвЂќ turns the poorly expressed sentiments of Nickelback on an unfortunate other: вЂњ Even if weвЂ™re a million miles apart / WeвЂ™re still joined right at the heart.вЂќ Good Lord, guys. In the past, Sonic Syndicate were able to get melodramatic and touching on a song like 2007вЂ™s вЂњEnclaveвЂќ without sinking further down into the ground with the rest of the albumвЂ™s material.

That is, at least, with the exception of We Rule The NightвЂ™s laughable pseudo-dance ball, вЂќTurn It UpвЂќ, and the two ballads, вЂњMy Own LifeвЂќ and вЂњMiles ApartвЂќ. His addition to the bandвЂ™s songwriting is also sadly minimal, and despite Sonic Syndicate stating that they were having вЂњcreative differencesвЂќ with Johansson, the majority of We Rule The Night plays out like just another Sonic Syndicate album - without something like вЂњDeniedвЂќ to tempt you into returning for a brief, guilty listen. Give a listen to the albumвЂ™s first three tracks, and you will probably have a very hard time separating ex-singer Johansson from this guy. YouвЂ™d expect Sonic Syndicate to sound reasonably fresh with a new lead singer on We Rule The Night, at least as far as the vocals are concerned, but no. The song repeats the whole of the bandвЂ™s last two albums in just its two-minute, thirty seconds running time - this verse-chorus, keyboard-howl filth that has yet to change, despite the inclusion of a new lead singer for the band in 2009, Nathan J. With a nauseating lack of subtly does a song like вЂњBreak of DayвЂќ present itself to you near the albumвЂ™s end. To prevent you from listening to this, I will tell you that SjunnessonвЂ™s putrid chainsaw-into-your-eardrum of a scream is still here, still so hauntingly prevalent, that any of the bandвЂ™s blatant hooks and fits of catchiness are drowned out completely in its wake.

To call them horrible is an understatement: Sonic Syndicate are the bottom of the barrel when melodic death metal is concerned.ДЄnd now they bring to us their fourth release, We Rule The Night, the worst the band have ever done in their sad, sorry mess of a career. But further throw in some cheese-ball keyboard effects and an abundance of God-awful screams coming from the worst of the worst in the business, Richard Sjunnesson, and you had the audio manifestation of what all of us are currently praying In Flames will never sink to. ShadowsвЂ™ vocals put things into a suspicious context to begin with. Something about the way Roland Johansson raped M. That bad, eh? Yeah, Sonic Syndicate have been on a constant descent into melo-hell since their 2007 In Flames and Avenged Sevenfold sickly lovechild, Only Inhuman.

Former shadows of themselves were all these bands when you came across them in your search, now turned a watered-down alternative metal or melodic metalcore sound, now turned into a like-player akin to the hauntingly terrible origin of the very recalling of your melo-memory: Sonic Syndicate. On more than one occasion you would come across popular bands of Swedish or Finnish descent, turned saturated and empty of any use of subtly whatsoever, or of anything that made Carcass fun or Gothenburg the place to be, the place to make some real happening melodic death metal back in the day. It seemed to you that only a few of the soon-to-be big leaguers like BeвЂ™lakor or Intestine Baalism were the only ones delivering the goods now, delivering the legit sh it.

Your first melo-death binge instantly comes to mind, having perhaps started at a time in the late Noughties when melodic death metalвЂ™s peak had long since come and gone. You really just canвЂ™t help it: the sound all but overwhelms you. You hear this music, and immediately you cringe and grate your teeth. Review Summary: Sonic Syndicate release one of the worst and most frustrating releases of 2010

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