The album began with odd time signatures, which compelled me, but the buildup seemed to fizz instead of resolving.  This was jarring, but not as much as when I heard the harbingers of faggotry.  The riffing took on the massively gay style of dance-friendly metal, so much so that I predicted that, if there were to be death metal vocals, the delivery would be fake, either as a mainstream person’s attempt at real brutality, or as a weakling’s inability to deliver.  Whatever the reason for the pseudo-death vocals, my dismay soon focused on the clean vocals that bordered on the gay realm of the poser.  I tried my best to give this a chance, but each additional moment took me farther away from metal.  This felt like a contrived and pretentious album specifically made for girls who rather dance than read, and for guys who like guys.  The final test came when I was going to see what the band members looked like.  I predicted, based on the songs, that the members would be distinctly non metal, and highly gay..  Isn’t it sad that this band is so predictable?