Itâ€™s amazing what a couple of well-aimed plastic bottles can do to a musical movement. Panic!â€™s Brendan Urie got off lightly by simply being knocked out; being pelted with piss seemed to turn MCR into Queen, then Fall Out Boy got scared and became N*Sync. So with a shortage of good, old-fashioned emo at the moment, Senses Fail return and attempt to plug the gap.
The big intro, lyrics regarding tattoos, comas and crashing funerals, the big sing-along chorusâ€¦havenâ€™t we heard this all before? The personalised theme, concerning singer Buddy Neilsonâ€™s dependence on anti-depressants aside, itâ€™s just a bit too formulaic. Senses Fail are indeed very good at what they do, it would just be more admirable if the likes of The Ataris, Alkaline Trio et al hadnâ€™t got there first.