Now in their tenth year, you’d have thought the anger would have subsided from Gallows a bit by now. I have no idea what they’re so annoyed about, since Wade MacNeil‘s vocal style is to roar random, incomprehensible lyrics at you, seemingly with his face pressed right up against yours like a petulant footballer in an altercation with the opposition’s left back.
“Ryan robbed my french fries!”, it sounds like he’s yelling at one point, perhaps going some way to explaining the fury. I wouldn’t be too happy about that either, Ryan, you cheeky little runt.
“I take ten Quavers, there’s only seven left! Shouting juice is Jeremy, we’ll only wrap them dry”, howls MacNeil (or not), on ‘Leather Crown’. It’s becoming more and more clear to me as the album progresses that he really LOVES his carbohydrates and will absolutely NOT TOLERATE the pilfering of any such potato based products.
I can only suggest that should you ever go to a Gallows gig, you take a multi-pack of Monster Munch with you, just in case.
I do, however, to try and focus on the positives where possible, so I will admit that Gallows are a forward thinking band willing to challenge themselves and their followers and they are not afraid to try something new. ‘Cease To Exist’ is the perfect example of this, having more in common with the more balladic exterior of Metallica than their hardcore punk roots, and it works. Unlike anything else here.
Personally, I’d rather eat a wasp sandwich than listen to this record again.