No no no no no no no no no.
This is terrible. Do you hear that sound? It's the scraping of the bottom of the nu-emo barrel. This album is devoid of any originality and talent. Every song on here is a cheap imitation of every other band who has attempted the sing-scream "poor pitiful me, I hate girls" schitck.
While many people will just say "duh, this is a Victory release, of course it's going to suck," the label has had a rather good year up until this point. Surprisingly solid heavy releases from Premonitions Of War and Scars Of Tomorrow as well as a punk rock revival in Madcap actually built up a little faith in the label's new signings. The Hurt Process just threw all that cred out the window.