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| Bbc |
 n hindsight, perhaps Gallows went too far in incorporating full orchestral passages in their second album, 2009’s Grey Britain. It’s one thing to have ambition, quite another to compromise the potency that made your name in the first place because you’ve the budget to employ a string section for an afternoon. So when Bleeding Through’s sixth studio LP opens with an instrumental, A Resurrection, the alarm bells begin to chime.But the Orange County hardcore-goes-metal hybrids aren’t ones to taint their tonic without good reason, and the intro is merely a smokescreen for a blindsiding strike in the shape of Anti-Hero. When the first line of an album is “I want to suffer, I need to feel the pain and discontent”, the listener can rest fairly assured that what’s about to play out isn’t going to prove uncomfortably intellectualised. Anti-Hero is a furiously aggressive opening gambit proper, Slayer-challenging riffs building a head of corrosive steam that carries the sextet through a record that commentators elsewhere have already branded their best yet. This one certainly can’t argue any case against the claim. After ten years of touring and recording, toilet-circuit navigation ultimately leading to sell-out shows at larger venues, it’d be easy to assume Bleeding Through had reached a kind of contentment. The fans are there, the records sell, job done. But passage from their last album, 2008’s Declaration, to here has been rocky after the group parted company with the Trustkill label. Prior to Declaration’s delayed release, vocalist Brandan Schieppati encouraged audiences to “steal it, download it illegally, whatever”. No love lost, there. The split saw them suffer a casualty within the ranks, too, as guitarist Jona Weinhofen left to join British metalcore crew Bring Me the Horizon. Dave Nassie, formerly of No Use for a Name, has stepped into the breach – and his contributions are vital to the alluring intensity of a record that doesn’t pull a single punch, raining blows like justified retribution is a completely alien concept to these brutes....full text |
| Rocksound |
| The intermingling of hardcore and death metal was always embraced by Bleeding Through, and their self-titled sixth instalment offers a version more complete than any of the band’s previous efforts and a more genuine blend of the two genres than recent trend attempts. There are still lung-tearing anthems in ‘Anti-Hero’ and ‘Salvation Never Found’, but mid tempo exploration on ‘Breathing In The Wrath’ and the significantly reinvigorated black metal influence as on ‘Slow Your Roll’ really give appreciable and welcome development. This full length contains all of Bleeding Through’s hardcore malice only now it’s encased with a perfected, extremity-heavy formula....full text |
| Sputnikmusic |
| If one was to attach a hackneyed aphorism to Bleeding Through's career it would be “If it ain't broke, don't fix it”. At Metalcore's rise to underground dominance at the beginning of the last decade, Bleeding Through made a name for themselves by combining the aggro-tough guy posturing of Hardcore with a fascination with Death Metal. The problem with this is that while Bleeding Through are far from broken, they are stagnant. Sure, The Truth saw them smooth out some of their rough edges and garnered them more then their fair share of attention from various sides of the music press, although that was due more to the band's resident piece of eye candy Marta Peterson than to anything actually music related, but it was still just more of the same. So now on a new label and starting off their second decade as a band, Bleeding Through's eponymous album is exactly what we've come to expect from them: more of the same. Between the one dimensional onslaught of tight, but glaringly repetitive riffs and an annoying reliance on uninventive breakdowns, Bleeding Through is shot down before it even gets a chance to get off of the ground. Every track sounds like a retread of the track that preceded it, in so much that by the time the first half of the album has finished, the second half plays out like clock work, each time change and breakdown arriving just when you would expect it to like the across town express. Making things worse, Bleeding Through's ties with the Orange County, CA tough-guy Hardcore scene has them dipping into cliché gang-vocal shout outs whenever they run out of ideas. Topping things off, Brendan Schieppati's pissed off lyrical bent is grating and ridiculous. In the past it was easy to see that the source of his respect issues stemmed from his long standing dispute with Trustkill Records, but now that he's actually getting his royalty checks, his lyrics are reaching at best and downright laughable at their worst....full text |
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