I feel like an asshole for saying this, but The Paramedic are wasting their talents.
Diary of My Demons is formulaic and predictable, subscribing to the most clichéd tactics metalcore has to offer: electronic intros, attempts at brutality in the growls, auto-tune jizzed all over what would otherwise be solid singing, somewhat uninspired song structures, and breakdowns that are not even close to heavy. Oh, and it absolutely must be a punishable offense to lead into a breakdown by saying shit like “Break it down, bitch” without being ironic or with tongue firmly in cheek. It’s stupid and unnecessary. Mike Luciano, singing voice aside, is immature as shit in his lyrics. When you toss off lines like “I’m not the one to fuck with,” anyone with a brain cell still active is gonna see it as macho posturing and call you on it.
Lemme put it this way: The Paramedic are on track to becoming a joke metalcore band, and if they wanna reverse their path, they need to grow up, stop emulating their peers, and put some real fucking thought into what they write. Pushing the envelope is way better than mailing it in, boys.
Diary of My Demons is out now on Bullet Tooth.
Rating; 1.5/5 Stars