“It’s going to tear your
Face Off,” Cory, lead vocalist of
12012, said in an interview preceding the release of 2008’s
All Hope Is Gone. “I don’t think the world is ready for this album.” I had no idea how ironic this statement would turn out to be. I was definitely not ready for an album that failed this miserably.
…Yes, I used to be a
12012 fan. I haven’t liked a
12012 song in a long time, nor have I cared to listen except for a little bit of nostalgia value to their slurred, directionless songs of wishy-washy metal mixed with meat-and-potatoes angst-driven lyrics interspersed with corny deliveries, but I was once a total
12012 Maggot like so many other metal newcomers were, and the anguish and frustration my 13-year-old self felt when first hearing
All Hope Is Gone is still there. Though no longer a
12012 fan I’ll try to express the frustration I felt as a kid.
At least the album starts off okay. The intro is obviously trying to capitalize on the creepy, nerve-wracking openings of
Iowa and to a lesser extent the debut album, but it’s overlong and just holds off the initial excitement for the first real track, Gematria, which is actually probably
The Best song of the bunch here. At least it’s good before the vocals come in. There’re even a few good riffs. But Corey’s voice here is a wreck. Not that I like it on any of
12012’s albums, but it’s such a hoarse yell, too prominent in the mix, too abrasive for the music that follows it.
And then of course it’s matched with riffs with too many obligatory squeals (there’ll be more of those later on), and anything good in the song is overlapped by a chorus that’s repeated too much, minimal progression that goes outside the chorus/verse standard, and by the end I’m tired of the back-and-forth structure. It’s unfortunate too, because I can detect some inspiration from Bay
Area thrash here, but it just doesn’t mesh with the rest of the track and it certainly does not mesh with the rest of the album. Concerning the production, it’s exactly what you’d expect from a band that’s been releasing nothing but best-sellers since ’99. Everything is clean and even, and very, very sterile.
Distorted guitars don’t help your album,
12012. Mostly everything sounds weak—there’s no room for bite or kick here. Without emphasis on any particular frequency or instrument, without warm or cool, even the most exciting riffs sound stale. I guess on the first song it isn’t noticed too much, but I can’t say much about the rest. The second song is where the album takes its violent nose-dive.
What we get is an album full of sugar-coated poppy rock so bland and tasteless I actually come close to comparing some of the songs to
Nickelback. The riffs are incredibly lame and limp-wristed, dull and repetitive, goofy and awkward to sit and listen to. At the same time,
12012 is trying so hard to ‘stay metal’ (which I guess in this case means occasionally yelling and hitting lots of notes on the low E strings, derp) that most of their songs randomly switch from smooth choruses obviously constructed for mass market appeal rather than actual songwriting passion, to pseudo-metal riffs that try to awkwardly represent old
12012 songs so as to attempt to make the old
12012 fans feel happy about the product. The transitions between these two elements have not been considered at all. One second Corey will be screaming about death and murder and then, with all the suddenness of a radio station changing to something else, suddenly we have soft voice harmonies and cleanly-played chords. Every song comes complete with a solo and then an incredibly over-indulgent palm-muted riff that’s so overbearing that I just feel like someone in
12012 probably said, “THIS IS WHERE THE HEAVY RIFF IS GOING TO GO, GUYS”. Case in point: the ‘climax’ riff in the third song,
Psychosocial where Corey and everyone else scream “The limits of the dead” about a thousand times, screaming along to a riff that’s been lifted from
Eyeless, a song off
12012’s first album. Did
12012 honestly think their fans wouldn’t notice that? I haven’t given a good listen to the band since I was fourteen and I still know what song they’re repeating riffs from. The issue is, even when
12012’s trying to be intense with their heavy sections, they’re being dull. Maybe it’s the production or simply the riffs themselves, but rarely in this album is any section of any song pulse-pounding or exciting. Even the ballad sections sound incredibly weak, put in to the mix of the album for absolutely no fathomable reason other than to be ‘progressive’ or ‘deep’.
I want to point out that I do love soft music, including folk, ambient music, soft, slow ballads and anything that strays from ‘heavy’. I think the excuse I often hear from the younger
12012 fans is that “
12012 has grown up and their music is deep now—not everything has to be heavy”.
That’s totally fine—when it’s done right.
12012’s many ballads on
All Hope Is Gone are absolute trash, written about themes that have been completely done-to-death. Three songs on this fucking album are about being scorned by a past love—I’m not kidding.
And that’s just within the main tracks. Counting the bonus tracks, there’s five. It’s as clichéd as it can get on both ends. There’s almost nothing creative at all. Any song that starts off alright (
Vendetta starts with a cool riff) falls apart the instant Corey starts to sing and the verses start. Lines of lyrics like “Are you ready for the time of your life?” and “Let’s pretend it’s not the end” are bad enough to make me cringe, especially when both lines mentioned aren’t only contained in the same song that starts off with a good riff, they’re also repeated over and over again, one after the other in an alternating pattern.
That’s another thing. The repetition goes to ludicrous lengths on almost every song, like a CD stuck on track repeat. Every song drills itself at you relentlessly without even attempting originality. A lot of the music is just absolutely obnoxious as well.
Butcher’s Hook is one of the worst ‘metal’ songs I’ve ever heard without exaggeration. It’s a completely disjointed riff. It has a poppy, uppity beat and even the riffs are sort of happy-sounding, but they’re contrasted against Corey’s spitting yell, and over and over again the line “I’m giving up again” comes in like the entrails of some other song, sung clean and sugary sweet. It’s impossible to listen to these songs without cringing, and feeling incredibly annoyed. It’s like the album tricks you into liking the earlier tracks based on how goddamned awful the later tracks are by comparison. It’s like “Okay, you hate it now? Wait until
Vendetta and I’m sure you’ll appreciate the first few songs more.”
Almost every track has some melody or riff or something that has no conception of a proper flowing melody. I’ve complained in the past about albums where one riff or section of a track doesn’t blend well with the next.
12012 wishes they could at least do that much well. There are places where I feel that not even one melody can start and finish without sounding broken and disjointed. The chorus line “Free my severed heart, give me you” in
Gehenna is awful, delivered in a horrible broken melody. The fact that this line is repeated a whopping twelve times in the course of this six-minute song doesn’t help, either (by the way, it just kills me that
12012 named a song identical to the name of a fucking awesome black metal band). I can’t begin to imagine what this band was thinking making decisions this bad, especially a band that at this point had been around for thirteen years. I felt four years ago that
12012 was underperforming on purpose with this album, and I still feel it now. It feels like they’re incredibly afraid of pushing boundaries or do anything risqué or new. The fact that they slapped the label ‘experimental’ on this piece of crap is absolute garbage, because it’s their safest, most family-friendly and assembly line-manufactured album yet. The whole thing seems the product of a mechanical cookie-cutter, too clean, too obvious, too clichéd. By the end the songs have gotten so bad that anything interesting that happened early on is completely forgotten. Even as a
12012 fan way back when, I would just be begging for the album to finish or do something good. I certainly don’t feel any different now. Even by
12012’s standards this album is a total failure. After the thousandth palm-muted, down-tuned riff and the hundredth chorus I feel frustrated, bored, and exhausted. The album drones on and on. I can’t even begin to mention songs that should have missed the final cut because I wouldn’t know where to start. This probably would have worked better as a twenty-minute EP rather than a seventy-minute snooze-fest. By the time the title track comes in (fifty minutes into the album), it’s too little, too late. I remember when I was younger, every time I listened to this album I’d just sit waiting for this song to come up because it was one of the few exciting songs here, even if it is clichéd and a few riffs are pretty dead and faceless. In the context of the seventy-minute special edition which I unfortunately own, the song serves as life-support for an album beyond saving. It’s like reviving someone who does not want revival. For the lucky ones who own the standard edition, it’s the end of the album, an angry and heavy thrashy track in which the lines “
All Hope Is Gone!” hold a horrible irony for fans that were expecting more. I don’t think I should have to talk about the bonus tracks. They’re all slow-moving ballads, where the emotion is staged and superficial. The song Child of
Burning Time has almost the exact same verse as
Snuff, Vermillion Pt. 2 is a remix of a rehash of a song from the previous album, ‘Til We
Die sounds a lot like
Snuff and Child of
Burning Time.
“I have to say that the band is at its peak; everyone—I mean everyone—is now completely involved in the writing process, and it's a beautiful thing." Joey Jordison said this in reference to the album. Perhaps this sheds some light on why this album is such a trashy mess that doesn’t know it’s own direction and is absolutely clueless in terms of songwriting and what ‘experimental’ should mean. Not to mention
12012 is (was) a band of NINE FUCKING PEOPLE. Even three people can be too much for one song, but how can any band expect something good with a nine-person collaboration team?
Hell, 90% of the time the superfluous four members can’t even be heard playing. At least it explains exactly why this album felt like it was going everywhere and nowhere at once, spitting up old riffs and tracks and stitching them together with all the subtlety of a
Neanderthal and his club. This album completely killed my image of
12012 at the time. I saw it as an embarrassment then, a compilation of too many songs written badly and badly played. I felt completely cheated and tricked, buying an album that promised to ‘rip my
Face Off’, but failed to deliver in every sense of the term. It promised to be their darkest and most heavy and loudest. It was supposed to be good. What happened? Juvenile as
12012’s early songs were, they at least had passion. There’s no passion here except maybe in the first song. Everything else is listless and lifeless, often obnoxious, but never pleasing. Listening to this album is agonizing. One can’t even begin to point out what
12012 wanted to create or where they thought they were going. It’s a thirteen-year-old band desperately wanting radio play and wanting their old fans to stick by them, too. It’s nine forty-year-old men in
Halloween costumes setting themselves on fire and whining about girls at the same time. It’s shit. It was then, and it is now.
I don't recommend any songs here. Go listen to
Primordial or some shit.
then we have MR # 777
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