An āhonestā emocore album, that's what "The Weak's End" is.
Contrary to what the screamo outburst that opens the opener "Walls" might suggest, in this record the balance clearly leans towards melody, and the bursts of anger can be counted on one hand. This brings Emery closer to bands like The Get Up Kids and Further Seems Forever rather than today's emocore of Underoath and peers. In this album, thereās a bit of a return to the roots of a genre that now seems to have lost its way, ācorruptedā by the simplicity with which two or three catchy yet trite and banal metal riffs combined with pop/punk choruses can make any band that presents itself with properly styled fringes sell thousands of records.
So finally, the already mentioned "explosions" of guitars and screamo occur only in the "pivotal" moments of the songs, as it should be⦠and although this might make those who prefer more "pumped" songs a bit disappointed, the listener is reassured by the splendid melodies that blend perfectly with the singerās warm voice, captivating and "fresh" just at the right point (there's never a risk of falling asleep).