Rating: N
Here’s a thought: if you want a shred of edgy credibility for your “hard rock” band, it’s probably best if you don’t appear as yourselves in a Hilary Duff movie. Chances are you don’t give a shit about that and getting paid is a high priority for you. Fine. We all like money, but judging by your piss-poor new album that abuses every single lame cliché in songwriting, from spectacularly unoriginal confessional lyrics to dull arrangements that sound like they wrote themselves, it seems that you guys are fucking musical chameleons doing whatever it takes to get yourselves out there, and my bet is if this were eight years ago you’d have a DJ in your rap-metal band. Say hi to Hilary for me. At least she must know she’s full of it.
