With his position of metalcore poster boy positively begging for a cash in, teeny bopper solo venture, the debut full-length from Memphis May Fire frontman Matty Mullins scales new peaks of contempt. Dialing down the danger for a pop fueled ode to Christian faith and God and all that kinda thing, the cornball dramatics here look nailed on to cause scene hysteria, but for those of us with an ounce of diligence, it takes little time at all to glean that ‘Matty Mullins’ is a paper thin attempt at pandering to his juvenile fanbase.
Essentially relegating any of the bollocks from his previous work in favour of interchangeable electronic backdrops, not to mention ramping up the lyrical sap to unbearable levels of schmaltz, ‘Matty Mullins’ is an ultra-produced lesson in dead-eyed box ticking and dewy-eyed emotional overkill. The songs themselves predictably offer up a glut of radio-friendly drivel, yet what’s most offensive here is the religious arrogance and holier than thou pomp Mullins asserts at every turn. These colourless tracks are merely a vehicle over which to preach his faux ‘Mr. Nice Guy’ persona.
With the declarations of “‘Matty Mullins’ saved my life!” already waiting in the wings, the Vans Warped Tour hordes are bound to be reeled in my this record. The truth of its real intentions, however, look to sit somewhere between swollen headed vanity project and white hot revenue generator. If the cloying sentiments of a Messiah Complex suffering frontman raise some interest, fill you boots here. Everyone else, avoid this album like a flesh eating virus.
Written by Tony Bliss (@TBliss88)
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