I like The Devil Wears Prada, even though I haven't seen the namesake movie. On the other hand, the two things do not go hand in hand, and I wonder who should pay royalties to whom, since I don't know if the film's title was registered before the band was formed, but there's no need to get lost in pointless legal considerations. It's better to focus on ‘Plagues’, the second work by the Ohio band, after last year's debut "Dear Love: A Beautiful Discord".

The sextet decided it was better to break the delay and avoid getting lost behind not so evident touches or merely hinted references, but skillfully hidden, and simply tried to compose good songs. They certainly haven't rewritten the rules of metal-core and its surrounding areas, both on U.S. or European soil, but they have taken the best and blended it in a satisfying way. In fact, the group manages to be abrasive, multifaceted, and full of nuances, both traditionally instrumental and electronic, and then, in a melodic but musically robust context, they place - on one hand - extreme breakdowns and - on the other - catchy keyboard insertions that manage to win the favor of those who, in the end, "only" want to put on a record that makes them feel good from start to finish, without necessarily engaging them in the search for univocal or daring solutions.

Ten tracks that "break amicably" by placing themselves in a contaminated metallic realm projected towards the mainstream, with all the case limits, but pleasant.

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   Goats on a Boat (04:22)

02   Number Three, Never Forget (03:41)

03   HTML Rulez d00d (03:55)

04   Hey John, What's Your Name Again? (03:46)

05   Don't Dink and Drance (02:59)

06   You Can't Spell Crap Without "C" (03:30)

07   This Song Is Called (04:25)

08   Reptar, King of the Ozone (03:09)

Bring it to your lips and
experience the sulfur infect
everything that we've created.
Don't twist this around.

Don't attempt to justify
what we know is wrong.
Tendons are torn and screams are released
into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere.

We're composing our funeral songs,
note... (NOTE!) note by note (BY NOTE!) x2

With this I declare that
tomorrow is an allusion.

What if the clouds
are fragments
of mistakes,
fabricated
by the factories
of our foolish-ness?
FOOLISHNESS

We're composing our funeral songs,
note... (NOTE!) note by note (BY NOTE!) x2

Prove me wrong x3

09   The Scorpion Deathlock (03:50)

10   Nickels Is Money Too (04:07)

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