This is the sort of modern metal album that I hate having to listen to, the first time I played it I turned it down 3 times while playing it. The opening track the mercifully brief We're Never Coming sounds like they want to be the new System Of A Down and after those brief 1 min 44 seconds it's all downhill into awful scream emo nonsense that I'm not sure anyone over about 20 years old could ever want to hear.
The strings that come in at the end of Shout Walls Shout sound like they were lifted from generic strings dot com about the same time they put generic modern metal song writing Into a programme to come up with most of the lyrics, sing three lines scream two lines repeat over some supposedly crushing riffs that have been computer tuned to within in an inch of believability they sound like they'll never get close to this polished live.
They swear loads as if this might be transgressive or shocking to any of us, not even in their native Stockholm is having a potty mouth shocking anymore in fact it's more like having aural vomit shooting into your ears if only they made a minimal track out of the quiet part of Shotgun Wedding Bride it might have been interesting instead it's more third rate you me at six rip off.
The album continues to annoy and pester my ears with its formulaic crap the longer it goes on the longer each song seems, Here We Stand feels like three hours in an aural torture chamber rather than three and a half minutes of My Chemical Romance meets Architects rubbish that it is.
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The most honest lyric on the record is at the start of Broken Glass when he says you're getting on my nerves damn right this lot are when will it all end well about 4 songs time. All those songs follow the same formula and so I could have just pressed the eject and started Frisbee practise early but had to listen just in case they managed to do something worth listening to.
Possibly the worst album of Swedish music I've heard in years. Almost no redeeming factors. Can someone sit them down with a dozen classic Swedish metal albums and not let them leave the room until they sound at least as good as a solo album by John Norum does. Or in the case of The Night We All Forgot they should just stick Top Alcohol by The Nomads on repeat for a few hours as it is a poor tenth rate copy of that classic that ends this sorry excuse for an album.
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