Whoa, this is pretty terrible!

Aiden meets a 14th-rate version of the first Fear Before the March of Flames album?

Who told this band that was a good idea?

Outrageous singing, stupid pointless screaming, meLoDiC parts that sound like Billy Talent (entirely too genre-distant to work with the other influences), breakdowns, double-bass, an album that opens with the verbatim line "murder bloodlust medic killers and cowards spilling blood for 70 virgins," it's all in really cringeworthy form on the incredibly scatterbrained Chinoiserie Lounge. I haven't heard anything this hysterical in a long time.

This deserves a perfect score if it's tongue-in-cheek. But, uh, I just don't think that's the case...

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