Hollywood Undead are, unsurprisingly from Los Angeles, California. They seem to have created an image inspired by Mushroomhead and Mudvayne but spew a sound… a sound… it’s the sound of McFly rapping. It makes us cry.
Do you remember Corporate Avenger? I hope not – they were a terrible, mask-wearing bunch of tools that lurched into view after getting a whiff of Slipknot’s vapour trails and decided they quite fancied a piece of that pie. Thankfully, the world stood up as one and mocked them back under the rock from which they crawled from under.
We bring them up because we hope the same fate consumes Hollywood Undead, easily the vilest and earachingly awful exponent of the idiot genre that is screamo-crunk. It’s as if all the macho posturing you can find on Hot Chicks With Douchebags has been distilled into six semen-scrapings from the inner penis tube of a serial date-rapist.