Resistance

Winds of Plague are the flag bearers of Western decadence, (dis)gracing the masses with another steaming pile of shit - a trend-ridden mess that was cleverly entitled "Resistance". With lyrics that bring Pantera and Tupac to mind with how they over blow simple mundane topics to melodramatic proportions that retain their "street-cred", it's safe to say this is not metal or "good" music. This is wigger muzak: the byproduct of bored morons with 7-string guitars making monophonic fart noises ("playing") into a laptop, posting it on bandcamp (or whatever else), and accidentally getting signed by the tyrannical farce peddlers working at Century Media records somewhere along the way. The "graffiti culture" artwork that looks stolen from a Cypress Hill album and the genre tag of "symphonic" deaf-kore should say it all.

There is no "feeling" to any of this, as it is arranged section by section to pander/appeal to the various brain dead sub-cultures of the day through constant indecision over genre/style. Sections reserved for "shredding" to dazzle the under-confident/incapable/would-be guitar heroes with random notes arranged with no higher purpose than regurgitating easily recognizable "neo-classical" rock memes. High BPM sections show you that they are "angry" at things and maybe heard something that wasn't a Hatebreed song at one point in their life (though there are lifts from chug-a-long jockcore as well). Keyboards/synths have no integration with the music: using the popular tactic (see Dimmu Borgir and Cradle of Filth) of staccato guitar chugging as a rhythmic backdrop for the "important sounding" film/video game score music that has been regurgitated time and time again. Finally, we have (of course) the "breakdown", where the music slows to a crawl long enough for people to dance/"get down"/lethargically shadowbox/pseudo-mosh.

This music has no meaning - it was written solely for the use as a backdrop for social interaction among the unwise. This heaping mass of rotting diarrhea ("album") destroys brain cells and causes wiggerfication faster than other wigger culture related activities like "huffing paint" and "smoking meth". I wouldn't wish this level of banality to reach the ears of my own worst enemy. If you care about better education, a destiny among the stars, anything - steer clear of this album that might as well have been the Insane Clown Posse's response to Metallica's Lulu. Avoid at all costs. Vapid (file next to Fallujah and Opeth).