The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Don't You Fake It

THE REVIEW

When you're under twenty, you can have musical tastes as refined as you like, differing as much as you want from your peers, but age will affect them even against your will. But who cares about will. If an album pleases you, it pleases you.

So it happens that every now and then you stumble upon some very pop, over-the-top adolescent album, to the delight of those in that age group. If I had discovered The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus more than 2 years ago, they would have obsessed me in an incredible way. Instead, I discovered them last year, loved the debut, found the follow-up unlistenable, they revived themselves with an EP, and their last album leaves me indifferent.

As we were saying: Don't You Fake It, their most "fast-paced" album, if you can say so, among the three they released (excluding the self-produced demo and the EP "The Hell Or The High Water"), corresponds with their best record. Very adolescent indeed. Maybe those Red Jumpsuit Apparatus are also heavily criticized, after all, they do a trendy genre which I refuse to call by the name Wikipedia uses. But despite everything, I like them, they haven't bored me yet, and this album still appears frequently in my listening.

Absolutely nothing new, to be clear, it's not the album that lights up the bulb in your head, but it's a good recommendation for those around 14 to 17 years old (ages randomly guessed).

The first track "In Fate's Hands," one of the most fast-paced is, together with "Waiting" (the second in the lineup) and "Atrophy," the best on the album; the single "Face Down" also deserves a mention (very adolescent, but how many damn times do I say that word?) and the last one.

A negative note is the presence of two tracks even more sugary than the others, one would have been more than enough, but 2 are too many (Your Guardian Angel and Cat And Mouse, which taken individually are also good). But it's not that tragic.

The fall in style is represented by "Damn Regret," it's fine that we're in an adoles... damn... ultra-adolescent(?) album, but here it's exaggerated...

In the end, a good album, that doesn't aim too high, listenable and nothing more. Nonetheless, this virtual sign remains:

Adults abstain.