Too Pure To Die

(Trustkill Records 2009)Too Pure To Die - Confess

Hmm, interesting. At first, "Confess" sounds like one of those albums where you know what you're going to get immediately after you press play. Upon hearing the breakdown that opens the album, you'd be forgiven for thinking that this is going to be another godawful deathcore shit pile in the vein of Oceano, Suicide Silence, or some such nonsense. But about half a minute in, Too Pure to Die begin to sound like...Slipknot? Yeah, the title track opener sounds exactly like a later era Slipknot tune. Given that the masked ones and Too Pure to Die both hail from Des Moines, Iowa, maybe it should came as no surprise that the groups could share some chug-a-lug DNA. But what is surprising is the lengths Too Pure to Die go to in order to sound like anybody but themselves.

Beyond borrowing Slipknot's trademark guitar tone and Corey Taylor's vocal style, Too Pure to Die rip some pages from Hatebreed's book, too, from the knuckle-dragging bro-tality to the tough guy gang vox. It's so prevalent that "Gotham City" could be a toss-off that Jamey Jasta had the good sense to keep off one of his releases. And, of course, some spillage from metalcore's overflowing puke bucket has leaked onto "Confess." Apparently Too Pure to Die feels that pseudo-breakdowns and transparent testosterone overdrive haven't been beaten to death already. I can't believe bands still make music like this. It's so uncreative that the decent parts, like "Find My Way"'s attempt at some honest emotion in a mini-epic, are mitigated by the fact that the album couldn't be any less original if Too Pure to Die had just produced a mixtape (in which I use a reference to date myself) of their favorite bands.

Okay, yes, this album is heavier than a ton of turds. And yes, it is pretty catchy. But you know what? So are about a billion other records out there, many of which don't resort to cribbing the sound of other, higher profile bands. It's foolish to expect stunning feats of originality from new releases, since most bands borrow from or sound like their influences to a degree, but in this case it's so blatant and derivative that it doesn't allow for anything really interesting to happen. But on the plus side, it's a short disc at just a shade over a half hour long. "Confess" is a serious misfire from a band that would do better to look within, rather than without, for inspiration.


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