Silent Cry is Feeder’s sixth album but it could easily be any of them as they all sound the same. Bland rock acts can sometimes muster offense by their blandness but Feeder can’t even reach that pinnacle of Snow Patrol turdness.
Brisk drums, banal guitar work married to insipid vocals and melodies are the order of the day in a fashion that makes the Stereophonics resemble the Supersuckers.
We Are The People opens the record on would be chest beating anthemics, “Why do we pray? Why do we talk about angels flying on their golden wings?”. Even fucking Creed would’ve thought twice about this track’s pompous metaphysics, marrying rubbish lyrics to big diet-metal guitars. Dragged out to nearly five minutes, We Are The People well…drags.
Follow up Itsumo is more or less the same song but with louder bass in the mix. Miss You is slightly better, a brisk pop punk number that rattles along and manages the record’s only true spark of life.
Being Feeder of course there are rubbish ballads on offer. Weepy, pointless middle of the road excursions such as Heads Held High offer nothing to anyone. Any music fans that will find themselves entranced by the empty emotions of Feeder’s quiet material will already own James Blunt.
So you’re left with Feeder’s louder shit, which is well shit. Only the fore-mentioned Miss You is worth a listen, similar tracks such as Who’s The Enemy merely offer diminishing returns on the pop punk formula.
Suitably when Feeder try to do something different they fall flat, Sonourous, an attempt at early Smashing Pumpkins mixed with earthy Swervedriver is just a bland din.
All in all a worthless aural experience.
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