ALBUM: Upon A Burning Body – The World Is My Enemy Now

Release Date: August 12th, 2014
Label: Sumerian Records
Website: None available


It’s always a shame when a band that showed so much potential in their early years ends up bowing to the pressure of being increasingly popular. Upon A Burning Body began life penning ‘The World Is Ours’, and followed it up with the equally impressive ‘Red. White. Green.’. ‘The World Is My Enemy Now’, however, is a step to the side and into a bog of steaming turds.

It would be easy to draw lines between Upon A Burning Body‘s new found acceptance into mainstream and the release of a mediocre effort. Ever since ‘Red. White. Green.’ catapulted the Texas troupe into the spotlight, it’s been a steady decline through overused cliches and tired media campaigns. They’ve gone from being one of the most innovative bands in modern deathcore in 2012 to a Five Finger Death Punch rip-off in 2014. A cancelled appearance at Download Festival this year was followed up by the infamous Danny Leal “missing” scandal. The only thing more weary than UABB‘s marketing strategies are the “missing” comments on every single one of their Facebook posts.

The music is bland and uninspired. Every song is formed around the same dull guitar chugs that become muddy in the poor mix. There are definitely notes being played throughout, but they’re more anonymous than Miley Cyrus‘ self-respect. ‘The World Is My Enemy Now’ also features some pretty poorly executed clean vocals that further push UABB towards an inevitable billing alongside The Word Alive (Telle Smith also makes an appearance) and Falling In Reverse.

The lyrics are meat-headed, like “don’t fucking bro me if you don’t know me” and “red razor wrists, I don’t know if I’ll even make it to hell”. Just like Ivan Moody (FFDP) always shows his middle finger to some invisible enemy, Danny Leal constantly complains about some non-specific event in a variety of ways.

There are only a few notable moments on ‘The World Is My Enemy Now’, like the breakdown in ‘Judgement’ and the all too brief mariachi track ‘A Toda Madre O Un Desmadre’. UABB have become a parody of themselves, swamped in a sea of faux-attitude and abominable methods.

Written by MG Savage (@MGsavagewriter)