Band:	Iwrestledabearonce
Album:	Ruining It For Everybody
Style:	Avantgarde math metal, Avantgarde metalcore
Release date:	July 2011

01. Next Visible Delicious
02. You Know That Ain't Them Dogs' Real Voices
03. Deodorant Can't Fix Ugly
04. This Head Music Makes My Eyes Rain
05. It Is "Bro" Isn't It?
06. Gold Jacket, Green Jacket
07. Break It Down Camacho
08. Stay to the Right
09. I'm Gonna Shoot
10. Karate Nipples
11. Button It Up

A very unsettling fact had just crossed my mind. While I was too busy masturbating to enjoying all the great black metal this year and giving my reviewing attention to it, I failed to notice how positive my reviews have been as of late. If that trend were to be kept up, I might even loose credibility as a reviewer and my regular readers (all 3 of them) would surely think I've gone soft. I will have none of it, no sir. Time to turn my "JERK" switch on and give this turd of an album a piece of my mind.

Never in my reviewing career have I encountered something that gave me such joy to openly bash, something that gave me absolutely no way to justify its existence. Even in the most abhorrent rejected abortions that someone had the nerve to call "albums" I do my best, I really do, to find something redeemable. Ruining It For Everybody persistently refuses to present such a trait, instead choosing to stack one layer of shit upon another during its duration.

I don't know at what point did someone think that adding up metalcore/deathcore with a splash of grindcore and some cyber-electronica would be a good idea. It may sound promising in theory, but in practice, it's anything but. Random riffs, random breakdowns, a slaughtered pig for growling/screaming vocals and annoying, talentless moaning for clean "singing". Basically, the blueprint for every track is the same, although it may take quite a while for the listener to figure it out, seeing as how the whole thing sounds messier and more unorganized than a bunch of unsupervised preschool kids on a field-trip. Some grinding riffs that drown in downright awful screams/growls (I swear they have to be some of the worst I've ever heard) get interrupted by a tough-guy-bashing-his-chest breakdown, which in turn just ends up being abruptly ended itself, and by slow electronic passages with clean singing moaning and whining. Whether the reason behind this is either zero songwriting skills or an attempt to cram too much content into too little space, the album sounds as if everyone in the band plays on a private gig of his/her own, not giving a fuck about the rest of the band or how it all sounds mashed together. Take my word for it, Iwrestledabearonce, you can't go from grindcore to metalcore to electronic pop in just two and a half minutes without sounding like a bunch of schizophrenics that got their hands on some instruments. It certainly doesn't help that, even taken at base value, every separate element is sorely lacking, from the yawn-inducing breakdowns to the completely idiotic riffs and vocals.

I'd recommend avoiding crappy albums, but you absolutely must hear this one. Then you can think about it next time you decide to call some other album bad. I gave this +0.3 in the rating because of the semi-tolerable "This Head Music Makes My Eyes Rain".