ALBUM: Emmure – Look At Yourself
March 13th, 2017
The tail-end of 2015 saw the biggest change in Emmure‘s career to date. The entire line-up at that time, other than vocalist Frankie Palmeri, decided to step away from the group, leaving a rather massive void that needed to be filled. A few months later, Palmeri recruited former members of Glass Cloud and/or The Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza – Josh Travis, Josh Miller, and Phil Lockett – and came back fighting with album number seven, ‘Look At Yourself’.
‘Look At Yourself’ is the first release by Emmure on SharpTone Records, and first away from longtime label partners Victory Records, which, combined with the new line-up, has helped breathe new life into the once incredibly one dimensional and extremely formulaic band.
This record still retains the intensity of their older material with the crushing and at times sharp breakdowns that can really catch the listener off guard at times, which is always a bonus, especially when over the years it’s what the band have become especially known for above everything else.
As far as surprises go, the biggest one lies in the significant improvement within Palmeri‘s harsh vocals, with them being both much clearer and much easier to pick up yet still holding that same level of intensity and intimidation that’s come to be expected of him.
Of course, it wouldn’t be an Emmure album without Palmeri‘s shout out of discontent to his haters, particularly on ‘Flag Of The Beast’, where his refrain of “The critics and comments, the press and the nonsense / The fans who feel cheated, and venues I damaged / The people who left me, and ones who I banished / Fuck it, I’m done / I’ve got one thing to say / Hate me if it makes you feel better” is clearly going to be screamed back by fans for many sets to come.
Despite the controversy and potholes that cropped up on the road to this record coming to be, ‘Look At Yourself’ is Emmure‘s finest hour yet. With a new line-up, new label, the New York outfit have a new lease of life, and they’re taking it by the scruff of the neck.
Written by Jack Bellamy (jackbellamy17)