Yashin: The Renegades
They don’t play by the rules, they calculate by them
On the surface Yashin look in good health, but if you dig just a few millimeters you’ll find these men are devoid of any honesty, feelings or passion.
They’re empty husks trying their best to emulate every support band on the planet. Attila-esque gut growls and poptastic vocal lines litter this 12-song monstrosity with all the cohesion of two breeze blocks smashing into each other. Was it recorded in different rooms with different backing tracks? The metalcore trope of scream a bit/sing a bit/scream again is hammered home with every ounce of sentiment wrung out.