Bring Me The Horizon
Suicide Season

THE REVIEW

There are times when my mother passes by my room and inadvertently listens to what I have playing on the stereo because the volume is quite high. Sometimes she asks me who I'm listening to because she likes it, like the other day I was listening to Vinicio, she really liked it and I lent her "canzoni a manovella," then there are times she says "turn down that racket and come down to dinner," which happened yesterday. (for those curious, the racket was the Casualties)

Today was different, she didn’t tell me to turn it down, she didn’t ask me to lend her the disc, she asked if I wanted to see a specialist, and she also said there was nothing to be ashamed of; it seems that the fact I was listening to Bring Me The Horizon made my mother think that I’m out of it, listening to someone vomiting, that I have problems. But I have to say, the most powerful scream my mother has ever heard in her life is John Lennon in "Twist and Shout."

I explained to her that BMTH is awesome, they play Grindcore, a musical genre that makes the bass drums go to 3000, you hear people vomiting, and you listen to it at a very high volume. I lent her "Suicide Season", a very beautiful, violent album, 10 tracks that flow well, and to think that the screamer...uhm, sorry the singer of the group is a 22-year-old kid, and he's even vegetarian!!! You might say (what’s the issue with him being vegetarian?) but how? I say, he plays Grindcore, he can’t be vegetarian, I thought he drank dead goat milk or something like that hahahah.

Anyway, my mother brought back the disc after three minutes, she didn’t like it and, even better, when I opened the case, my beloved disc was gone, and instead... A Neil Sedaka disc.

Moral of the story: There's only one mom, all the others are nobody.