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Rating: Under these circumstances, musically speaking, the impression (one might say certainty) is that 36 Crazyfists could disband and no one, let's say very few not to be mean, would notice or feel any loss. Especially after listening to their new album, the first released by Ferret, following three albums issued by Roadrunner Records, which dropped them due to declining sales over the years, reflecting (which is a testament to some level of justice...) the descending quality value of the releases by the band originating from Alaska and then relocating to Portland, Oregon.
From the analysis of the eleven tracks of "The Tide And Its Takers," it is clear that mental confusion reigns in the heads of the four musicians, because when one loses their identity (perhaps also considering that this identity had been cloned or borrowed from others’ identities) and cannot rediscover it, one ends up composing tracks like those contained here, where they attempt to grasp from hither and thither just to land at least a couple of decent hits.
But not even doing so do they produce something significant and it is not enough to entrust the mixing to the master Andy Sneap to revive the fate of a dying album. Among melodic new metal, ballads, emotional hardcore, screamo, metal-core, and even a bit of thrash (since it's trendy now), as if they were trying to hide the confusion behind a façade of sonic diversity, which in reality conceals only much predictability and a continuous search for easy catchiness.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
07 Absent Are the Saints (03:50)
WITH SO MANY WORDS WE STAND UPON OUR DREAMS,
WITH ALL THE HELL AROUND,
ITS EXACTLY WHAT IT SEEMS,
LYING AT THE BORROM WE CAN'T DERIVE OUR FATE,
In the dead of night, absent are the saints.
CHANGED MEN, WILL CHANGE...
There's only two kinds,
One with truth within,
and ones with plague inside...
I don't wana see it all come crashing down,
down in the ocean.
Altering the course,
untangle this weight and send off the poisons.
Moutain size the pain,
if ceased would bring us sound.
No clarity to shape the lost all went unfound,
But with hope of man,
shine faith from all unseen.
Braided hands that reach for nothing but belief.
CHANGED MEN, WILL CHANGE...
HOPE LIVES UNLOST, GAIN STRENGTH AT ALL COSTS...
ABSENT ARE THE SAINTS...
ABSENT ARE THE SAINTS...
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