Sum 41
Underclass Hero

THE REVIEW

I begin this review not with my usual opening, although I could, but by stating that until about a year ago I was a big fan of Sum 41 (I was also emo, imagine that) but then I opened my eyes and realized that maybe I was a bit mistaken. I understood all this with this album. Let's say that my red blood cells and my veins owe a debt to Sum 41.

Sum 41 is a promising Canadian band, (Etymology of the name: SUM: summer, they formed in the summer, 41: their IQ summed and multiplied by 7, now that Dave has left they should be Sum -123) and they are famous for switching from almost metal hardcore punk sounds to pop punk tunes that closely resemble a Tom DeLonge turd after a banquet of bad oysters. And I am referring to this album in particular. From the cover, we already notice the pseudo-emo colors they took from Avril Lavigne, God's mistake and the dear wife of frontman Whibley. The cover depicts the latter spitting, which was my reaction after listening to the album in full. Only I spat on the thousand pieces of the broken CD on the ground, one by one.

But now let's move on to the review of this masterpiece, which I would compare to a second "Load" (the next album will be called "Overclass Hero", I dare suppose). Let's just say that this CD made me want to headbang right from the first song, but with a 5 cm thick metal plate fixed to my forehead and at close distance with the heads of Sum 41.

The album begins with the title track, I have no idea what the hell it's about, I only know that the guitar intro sounds like the fart Jack Black let out when he played Fatty in Tropic Thunder. The second song, judging from the video, is about a bum robot wandering the streets of a deserted city, missing the subway, jamming and falling from the escalator. Surely a deep and serious meaning, one of Sum's best.

"Speak Of The Devil" is about how the songs on this album were written and "Dear Father" is about Derick's dad who abandoned him. Believe me, I would have done it too. "Count your last blessings" starts with a piano intro. I don't know how it goes on because every time I reach this point I change the song. I can't stand it.

"Ma poubelle" is the most beautiful and meaningful song on the album, all in French, it means The Dance of the Brain-disabled. It reflects the spirit of the entire CD, Derick sings while taking a dump. "March of the dogs" is a clear reference to the strike against the Gelmini reform. "The Jester" really gets on my nerves with its LA-LA-LA-LA. Unbearable.

"With Me" is the third single after the first two tracks, it makes us realize how far Sum has come down the degradation scale. It makes me cry. Let's move on with "Pull The Curtain" and "King of Contradiction". The first is a copy-paste of the previous songs, the second is an extended fart of cone.

"Best Of Me" is track 12, as joyful as a triple funeral with two car crashes. I hope it's not what Whilbey and the others gave on this CD. "Confusion and Frustration in modern times". A name, a program. You already get a headache reading the title, imagine afterward. "So Long Goodbye", the last track excluding the bonus, is what I said to the Sum and punk after this album. "Look at me" is the bonus track, the pinnacle of shit, it sounds like a Simon & Garfunkel song.

In conclusion, I recommend listening to the CD while reading the review, it works. You'll take a satisfying dump afterward... Goodbye Sum 41 and good luck Brown Brigade!