Million Dead
A Song To Ruin

THE REVIEW

I'm in my trusted record store... everyone is watching me... I'm watching everyone... you always try to figure out what album the hopping pink rabbit next to you is about to buy... at a certain point, my eyes fall on the usual monotonous cover depicting an old man, I recognize it's Gianni Morandi, I look up and see a not unfamiliar name... mmm let's see, I've already heard about this band: Million Dead - "A Song To Ruin".
Yes! That little Australian band that landed in England and everyone was waiting eagerly for their album release! After the important nights spent with Cave In, Icarus Line, Alec Empire, etc... I see an acquaintance greeting me, and without returning the gesture, I start thinking... Bah... "Should I buy it? Ask the clerk for info (who, by the way, gave it to me the other night)? Should I shoot myself?"... Many doubts chase me, so I decide to buy it without telling anyone anything, postponing the moment of suicide, expecting the usual copy-paste albums of recent months.

I was wrong: I listen, listen, listen... the album starts with an absolutely destructive and unsettling track: Pornography For Cowards, I keep listening, I'm astonished and put the revolver on the table. The album is melodious but very energetic, full of that energy that when you listen to it on the bus or anywhere else in the filthy city, you desperately look for an old man to verbally attack or possibly slap, every energetic beat revives that Punk Post Hardcore many love but many hate, with frenzied screams and classic punky bass riffs.
All the tracks adhere to the style, unique in its kind, perhaps unique and recognizable to this band; I reach the ballad that carries the title of the album A Song To Ruin with its dark melody and aggressive character...

Frank Turner's distinctive voice stands out in every track, all the songs thus resume the same adrenaline and harmony, but always energetically, as in Mac Gyver, Relentless, The Rise And Fall, and The Kids Are Going To Love It. Every single moment satisfies the listener or the taster with evanescent lyrics, the energy doesn't let you breathe, except in some more melodious and less frantic parts. I turn off the exhausted player thinking about the good purchase and the next concert to attend.

All those who loved the band will not be disappointed, at least I didn't know them very well, and I didn't toss the album down the toilet...
If you want to spend money on Dj Francesco, go ahead, but this album remains a good debut and is worth buying.