The Devil Wears Prada – Dead Throne review

The Devil Wears Prada’s “Dead Throne” is fast metalcore. The best thing about the albums are the fast drums and the worst things are the obnoxious throat screams and overblown high electric guitar solos. Basically, it’s what you’d expect from metalcore and The Devil Wears Prada in general. It’s actually fortunate that you can’t hear Mike Hranica’s voice, because the angsty lyrics are unintelligible. This is what separates The Devil Wears Prada from new post-2000 emo bands. The line between emo and screamo is crossed when you can’t reflect on the quasi-tragic lyrics. The Devil Wears Prada still belongs to that group of bands favored by angst-filled middle schoolers without a developed appreciation for subtlety. The emotional range of “Dead Throne” is, unsurprisingly, all different shades of morose and angry.  The album is high-energy, which makes The Devil Wears Prada a little more bearable than bands like Hawthorne Heights, and you can’t actually hear the lyrics, which puts them ahead of My Chemical Romance. If The Devil Wears Prada could be compared to one band, From First to Last comes readily to mind.

High electric guitar that sounds almost electronic is coupled with fast drum solos and scream-singing. If the Devil Wears Prada were dismantled, their tracks could easily form a project like Skrillex with the same notes on guitar played on a computer.

The album’s range goes from the 2:24 drum saga that is the track “Dead Throne” to the introspective “Kansas.” For those who like songs fast and hard, the first few short tracks are the closes thing to punk rock. There’s more “core” than metal in the first few songs. The rest of the album is more scream than metal or hardcore, as the solos are not complex enough to qualify as a real metal album and the beats not fast enough to be related to punk rock.

The Devil Wears Prada’s “Dark Throne” is a good album for what it is. Metalcore is, a lot of the time, another word for teenybopper screamo.