I like to think that I have fairly broad musical tastes. A quick peak at one of my playlists might yield an odd collection of genres and styles. Indie, celtic, techno, blues, reggae and even world music are not out of the ordinary when it comes to my daily listening. Rock too. My Lord the rock. I was raised a roughly middle class Canadian male of entirely European ancestry. It is a cultural and psychological impossibility that my musical diet not include a heaping portion of rock. Whatever the era, country of origin, unique gimmick or sub genre, I'll pretty much give it a fighting chance. All except for one area. One jet black, leather clad corner of the rock n' roll universe.
The amorphous Metal/Hard Rock sub genre havs never held all that much appeal to me, despite the fact I spent most of my formative years well inside their disaffected target demographic. It's not that I haven't been expose to it either. I lived in Alberta for five years. You hear Nickleback or Theory Of A Deadman at least once a day. The genre has tried my patience. I detest how many front men try to disguise the fact they cannot sing by either groaning for the whole song or screaming in raspy voice. Even more problematic is, generally speaking when I listen to Metal/Hard Rock albums, the songs quickly melt together into a repetitive drone. Which is exactly what happened when I listened to Rev Theory's Justice.
The third album from the New York based band, Justice is a big step up from their last album Light It Up. Which famously became theme song fodder for sports-entertainment monstrosity the WWE. With that in mind, you'll understand that when I say Justice is a step up, that isn't praise. That just means I gave it a fair, objective listen. It was still terrible. Justice is an exercise in punishing repetition. I found myself praying that I would hear anything that didn't sound exactly the same as the song before it. I never did though. No, I take that back. This album has two types of songs: fast ones and slightly slower songs. They are still the same though. The same stock hard rock vocals that may as well be pumped out of a computer. The same generic rock guitar and rarely changing drums. With lead singer Rich Luzzi groaning away the whole time like he had a throat infection.
I do have to bite the bullet and admit that on a purely technical and musical level, Justice isn't terrible. The music is all serviceable. These musicians are not incompetent and probably possess genuine talent. I have heard much, much worse than this album. But that doesn't mean it's good. This album was bloody boring. It felt like an absolute chore to sit through and there are only eleven tracks on it! I had to try three times before I could listen to the entire album uninterrupted. The previous two times I took a break between each track and listened to a song I actually enjoyed. This way I could roll into the next track on the album with sufficient enthusiasm. I think that pretty much says it all.