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Burning Empires
Burning Empires

Fuck City (2009) Jon E.

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Burning Empires – Burning Empires — Fuck City, 2009

I was admittedly pretty psyched about this as it marks Andy Hurley's (Fall Out Boy) return to hardcore. Unfortunately this ends up sounding like Misery Signals and Darkest Hour joined together to make something incredibly tepid. The musicianship is definitely top notch but the songs don't seem to go anywhere, ever. The riffs are catchy but not anything special. As I've said, nothing sticks out here. Sadly Hurley's return to hardcore is boring and hopefully improves as all the members are quite good at their instruments.

5.7 / 10Jon E. • December 10, 2009

Burning Empires – Burning Empires cover artwork
Burning Empires – Burning Empires — Fuck City, 2009

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