During my grandfather's 30-something year-long professional career, he spent his entire tenure as a civil engineer for Kodak. This meant that my mother's family moved around a great deal, living in at least four different countries before she was even old enough for college. One of the places that they lived was in Brazil, and my mother has always told me how much she enjoyed the music there, and how full of life and creativity it was. So what, I ask you, happened with San Paulo export Cyber-Jack? Nü-metal, apparently. Healthy doses of Adema and Korn really help make this record what it is: virtually unlistenable.
Pop-punk, metalcore, the 2,637,788 bands that sound like Senses Fail -- none of those even come close to being as devoid of creativity as nü-metal, a genre in which every single band uses the same guitar tunings, chord progressions, lyrics, and vocal patterns. This is a genre where bands rip themselves off, ahem, Nickleback. I really had thought that the genre was more or less dead, but the computer-altered vocals and chunky riffs on this album make realize that's not in fact the case.
One listen to "Blame Game" will provide a very accurate glimpse into the rest of the album and its formula; let's evaluate:
- Melodic Intro.
- Angsty, snarled vocals.
- Loud chorus, with heavy, down tuned guitars.
- Angry lyrics about failed relationships.
If you can think of a reason to buy this album, then you are a better man than I, because there's not a single redeeming quality to be found among this mess. For years, Kodak's motto stood as "You push the button and we do the rest." Well, the only button I'll be pressing with this band is off.