Search - Aiden :: Nightmare Anatomy (Bonus Dvd)

A True Review...

J.L.Kimmel | Chadds Ford, PA | 03/22/2006

(1 out of 5 stars)

"Last night I went a 30 Seconds to Mars Concert, and opening for 30 Seconds to Mars were a number of other bands, one of them being Aiden. I was very excited to see how this band was, because most of the people around me were praising the band, making them even more alluring. Soon enough I was privy to the exalted band that was Aiden, but they certainly were not all they had been built up to be. Constant, blaring power chords, off-key screaming and "singing," and constant cursing seemed to be what this band was all about. At one point the lead singer stopped to tell us a story about how his friend committed suicide when she was 14, and that we all need to come together to be one huge, loving family. Ten minutes later, he held up his middle finger, yelled the F-word about twenty times and commanded us to form a pit of death and kill each other. Oh, ok... great! The hubris of the entire band was very irritating as well. One of the guitar players stepped out front of all of the other members of the band, slouched over, eyes glued to the fret board, and attempted a tapping "guitar solo." Not only was it awful, but only the most naiveté need to look at their instruments when they play! Their songs were terrible, and the band got off time on many occasions. Aiden is just another typical screamo band that is only out there to make money. Sorry for anyone who adores this band, but this is NOT music... Pick up a guitar and take lessons for three months and you could be in this band. The only appropriate thing about this band is that their album title; bands like these are the ones that constantly make a nightmare of the American music scene. Try something new! Start something revolutionary, actually try and master and instrument. Listen to music for the sake of music, not for slitting wrists, crying, and vulgarity."

Prepackaged for this generation of mallrats

J. Mcdonald | ct | 02/17/2006

(1 out of 5 stars)

"To be honest I hated this band before I even heard their album. It seems like every rag I read, these posers had their mascara caked faces plastered on every other full page ad that those shameless con artists at Victory whored out.

Just for sh%ts and giggles I decided to preview some of the tracks and it was exactly what I expected. Souless, heartless, glossy shlock. Which equates to a ton of records being sold to eyeliner wearing 16 year old boys and their girlfriends who outweigh them by 20 pounds.



Pathetic."

MUST READ TO UNDERSTAND

The Iron Summit E-Zine | Arizona | 10/07/2005

(1 out of 5 stars)

"Before everyone writes this review off because I gave this trite piece of garbage 1 star, you must read the rest of this review because there are absolutely legitimate reasons why this band is absolutely awful and could possibly be the worst record to come the entire year (well...it's either this, Fight Paris, or Bedlight For Blueeyes...take your pick).



Aiden is basically that band that "bursts" onto the scene hanging on to the coattails of a plethora of other bands who are doing the exact same thing and doing it way better, which is ironic because quite frankly, the type of music that Aiden is peddling to an impressionable audience isn't even that good to begin with--both from a songwriting standpoint and a technical standpoint.



Aiden is also the type of band that has to create a laughable and totally ridiculous image to help them sell records--this may work on prepubescent teenage girls, but not on me and not on the rest of the people who are watching independent music crumble because of these "fashioncore scenesters." And when I say image, were talking girl pants, tight button up shirts, combover haircuts, and more eyeliner than your sister wears. It's absolutely awful.



Now, with the rising success of My Chemical Romance you had to figure it was only going to be a matter of time when some awful knockoff hit the national scene and Tony Brummel, being the genius record label president that he is (I'll give him that much--Victory makes an annual 15-20 million a year which basically means the only thing that sets this label apart from the majors is their not public on the stockmarket!) went and found himself his very own My Chemical Romance, complete with image, punk influenced post-hardcore sound, and all. The brilliance in all this is not only will the MCR groupies eat this album for breakfast but so will the Atreyu kids and the like because it has just enough of an edge and few generic breakdowns to get those "br00tal hardcore dancers" all excited.



But in the end, what your left with is a horrible album that will hit the .99 cent bargain bin at your local indie store because the trend will have died off and all the "scenesters" will have moved on to the next big thing (god knows what). Aiden is the type of band that is a flash in the pan. Here one day, gone the next--quick money in Victory's pocket. The question is where do you stand? Are you going to continue to follow the cattle in the herd and buy this garbage or you going to stand up and demand that independent music returns to the way it use to be? I'll let you decide, just remember, this will be the record you hide when your friends come over next year."