08 April 2013
by Tom Gibbons
On paper, Flyleaf are a massive success. The Texans have owned huge swathes of the American charts for years, and toured with some of your favorite bands. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why – their formula is a surefire winner. Imagine if Nickelback matador Chad Kroeger impregnated Avril Levigne multiple times, and Avril then gave birth to an angry Brady Bunch. It’s this formidable blueprint the has carried Flyleaf all the way to album number three – New Horizons.
Lead singer and founding member Lacey Sturm left Flylead prior to recording New Horizons (due to motherhood), but fear not – the guys hired her clone in Kristen May, who effortlessly ensures Sturm’s legacy of Junior High lyrics, monotonous delivery and soulless expression. By comparison, Flyleaf’s heroine makes Hayley Williams’ output worthy of Kurt Cobain, but enough – let’s not any dwell longer on May’s contribution – her role is nothing more than to act as filler for the singer she’s replaced.
Watch the video to ‘New Horizons’ by Flyleaf (but please don’t):
The music itself is clean factory-grade, emo-pop-rock-metal crap, devoid of emotion, imagination and balls. Although it actually sounds polished, and you should consider it as a Christmas present for your least favorite niece, any discerning reader of these pages will hopefully be picking up another (any other) Thrash Hits reviewed album instead. I’m sure the band would prefer their music to speak for itself, but even singles ‘New Horizons’ and the horrendously basic ‘Call You Out’ are mildly offensive. Avoid.
Sounds Like: Paramore, Alanis Morrisette, the inevitable destruction of all mankind at the hands of an incurable supervirus