The fact that this is Five Finger Death Punch’s ninth album proves that there is indeed something amiss with the world. The truth is though that they have simply recorded the same album nine times, as there is no variance here from their previous releases. This is all toxic masculinity put to banal repetitive music. It’s every stereotype that metal has desperately tried to shed, personified in a record. There is so much creativity in modern metal that it actually affronts me that it is albums like this that are the ones that get the promotional oxygen, just plain awful. 

There are plenty more albums that I hated but that’s enough for now. If I’ve slagged off something or someone that you love, then sorry but that’s the beauty of doing this is it all subjective. One person’s enormous failure is another one’s godlike icon. Anyway, the also-rans are next, which are the ones where I will be a little bit nicer but won’t start throwing out superlatives just yet.