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Rating: After exploring the end of the weak in their debut album ("The Weak's End") and then posing an affirmative question with their follow-up "The Question," the Emery now present an explicit reference to the transience of being human, with all the implications and consequences that come with it.
Are the guys trying to make us understand, using not-so-sophisticated metaphors, that we should consider them with all their shortcomings, flaws, limits, and their vulnerability? Perhaps, if this were applied to daily life, in relation to the divine and the like, one might overlook it, but the tragedy, for Emery, is that what has just been stated finds a terrifying correspondence in the music they compose and submit to us. Because what is weak, lacking in creative depth, limited and not worthy of facing listeners with a clear conscience is precisely the sound they present in "I'm Only A Man." They could barely be considered as artisans duplicating others' ideas, but now they've tried to challenge themselves and find themselves broken.
Their choice to offer catchy songs to appeal to a broader audience (certainly not the European one) and perhaps break into the alternative and other charts proves to be a losing approach on every front. Pop hard rock banality with sporadic electronic inserts, a bit of acoustic guitars, some breezes of old-school screamo, emo, and metalcore just to show they can still dress up that way, a couple of nods to New Order, and on they go towards a distressingly sugary mediocrity.
I see no opportunity for recovery.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 The Party Song (03:31)
Well I know you like the party, but the party never stops
I know you like the party, but the party never stops
Well I know you, I know you, I know you
I know you want to be here so you just let go
And no one's ever gonna tell you no
But I want to cause I know you, I know you
But you party on, party on
Get your party on, get your party on
This is my last advice
Leave with me cause you could die tonight
I got this, I got this, I got this so go ahead home
The drugs you used as a place to hide
It's really bad if you don't get this right
I got this, I got this, I got this, I don't need you
You got kicked out of your mother's house
You stole money from her purse, she finally found you out
You should be ashamed, don't sit there judging me
What a waste, you'd be the same if you could see
So let's have another drink
And we'll party on, party on
Get your party on, get your party on
This is my last advice
Leave with me cause you could die tonight
I got this, I got this, I got this so go ahead home
The drugs you used as a place to hide
It's really bad if you don't get this right
I got this, I got this, I got this, I don't need you
February is still as scary, the month your father died
A little girl in a shrieking world
Looking for her place to run and hide
Well I know you like the party, but the party never stops
I know you like the party, but the party never stops
Well I know you, I know you, I know you
But you party on, party on
Get your party on, get your party on
Give it one last time cause this is all you've got
This is my last advice
Leave with me cause you could die tonight
I got this, I got this, I got this so go ahead home
The drugs you used as a place to hide
It's really bad if you don't get this right
I got this, I got this, I got this, I don't need you
06 Story About a Man With a Bad Heart (03:28)
Watch your makeup,
there is just a smudge beneath the eye.
You look great in that dress,
it hits every curve just right.
We're got dinner at eight, and then drinks by nine.
I love you so, it's our anniversary tonight.
Suddenly everything shakes as if it's starting to break.
And now I'm on my knees,
my wife screams, "What's Wrong!?"
As the stereo plays our song, Only In Dreams.
Just last Friday is when my heart failed again.
I was thinking that I should find a friend.
I bought her several drinks,
and slipped the ring into my hand.
We drove to her place
and let the good times roll again.
Suddenly everything shakes as my protection breaks.
And now I'm on my knees,
and I scream, "This was wrong!"
As I live, the stereo plays the song, The Finishing.
Is this it? Is this how I have spent my life?
Lying there with a broken heart on bedroom floors.
And finally, finally, I realize,
I realize that I'm only a man.
One thing I have to know, where did the miracles go?
And if a simple man believes,
will it start again with me?
If I were the maker I would fashion out a blade.
To cut out every inch of dead heart I've made.
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