Of Mice and Men – The Flood album review

Get past the delivery and let “The Flood” wash you away

What’s that you say? Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t hear your quiet voice over Of Mice and Men’s sophomore album titled “The Flood.” I feel like I should turn my caps lock on in tribute to the lyrical delivery lead vocalist Austin Carlile provides.

The album’s opening impression is anger and rage blended together in a sinister little cocktail that inundates you with something you can’t quite put your finger on because you’re trying to decipher the lyrics… or look for a cough drop. The delivery shouldn’t bar you from relating to the content. That’s what it’s all about, right?

Interestingly enough you get a range of emotions from Of Mice and Men on this album. That’s not  to say that isn’t true of the preceding one… Two of  “The Floods” most popular tracks best illustrate my point. “Second and Sebring” splays the contents of a heart that’s lost a loved one, “I hope, I hope you smile when you look down on me. I hope you smile,” and later, “I need your love like a boy needs his mother’s side.”

Pure emotion is unavoidable there.

While in “Product of a Murderer,” a whole new vibe reigns out. This time the downside of intervention makes some serious headway: “Product of a murderer, you stole everything from me. This poison hurts; feels so empty. Fill my veins with this sin, shaking on the ground my head’s going crazy from within.” You don’t need a substance abuse problem to be taken to that desperate, desolate place. The place where you’re best interest is your worst and you couldn’t care less. To sleep with the murderer is bittersweet, and you’re the product of a murderer to say the least. If you can separate your thought from the almighty H when you hear this, then you surely deserve an A in the open mind department.

Phil Manansala and Alan Ashby are Of  Mice and Men’s dynamic guitar duo. The two contribute lead and rhythm guitar respectively, and if you can’t appreciate the lyrical package, the album will slap you in the face in terms of guitar.

Brace yourselves.

By Septembre Russell

I'm a writer, a reader, a fixer, a lover. What can I say? I like to try my best to sidestep the cliches in life, but sometimes they are inevitable.

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