I wouldn’t hold your breath on me suddenly warming to this one. I’ll gladly open with admitting that there are definitely a few exquisite verses buried herein. Sadly, that’s simply not enough. There’s a generally abrasive air that permeates, and while I do appreciate some albums for that, they simply do not tread as far into chaos as some of the songs here do—as far away from those artists’ general vision/identity. Two songs of which Patrick is particularly proud are inexcusably repetitive. I loathe them. Another is ANNOYING. AS. FUCK. No need for flowery verbiage; it’s goddamn painful.
The ironic thing is that this approach IS fitting for the central theme of the piece.
I have to share a verse that 100% describes my relationship with Sentai:
I know I should walk away, know I should walk away.
But, I just want to let you break my brain.
And, I can’t seem to get a grip,
no, no matter how I try to live with it.
It’s not delivered well, at all, but it’s haunting in its accuracy to my experiences.
The moral here is:
Merit being present in how something is done isn’t enough.
Liking something isn’t enough.
There both has to be merit, and I have to like it.
That’s the heartbreaking truth.
½ Doesn't Do Anyone Any Good out of 5
