Converge
You Fail Me

THE REVIEW

Devastated and dying, on the verge of perfect defeat: You Fail Me unequivocally marks the transition of Converge into the year of our Lord two-thousand-four, branded by a tight circle of American bands, necessarily equidistant from the mainstream circuits that would distort the scene from which they originate. We are talking about Isis, Dillinger Escape Plan, Old Man Gloom, Mastodon, Neurosis themselves, and several other heroes of an underground scene that is anything but stagnant and resigned.
Moreover, in Italy, we are accustomed to passionately diving into trends only when they have already exploded and emit merely the last glimmers of a fire tamed more by time than by the decline of the artistic profile of the actors involved. For this reason, in this case, it will be particularly challenging for many to approach difficult and suffering music, with a shattering emotional impact yet seemingly vulgar.
Converge offers a hardcore of perfect punk/metal fusion, indicative of internal growth within the group, having gone through lineup changes, labels, and diverse experiences that have enhanced their artistic focus and disposition, matured around the figures of Jacob Bannon and Kurt Ballou.

Packaged in a digipak dominated by the colors of blood and darkness, You Fail Me presents itself as the rightful follow-up to the underground success of Jane Doe, continuing in a path of extreme suffering, screamed in the face of the first interlocutor who comes along. Converge is supported by an excellent rhythm section, guiding the guitars through punk fury and sudden tempo changes, constrained within the heartfelt despair of someone abandoned to themselves, unable to contain the fear of loneliness. Drop Out, Heartless, Eagles Become Vultures are further signs of the agonistic charge of this schizophrenic band.

It's almost futile to go through the individual tracks of this album, because it is the whole that leaves a mark, the thirty-five minutes of its duration compelling the listener to absolutely want to unravel it, and to absorb and make their own the furious and devastated sensations.