Review by: Dan Baker
‘This space starts out empty, and I know it can’t hurt more than it already does, it falls around and hits me in the face and falls onto the ground’.
And so begins the undeniably emo lyrics to this record, and if I were to describe the things i feel while listening to this album, this is how I would do it. From the moment it began i was lost inside the beauty of it, for it dragged me motionless and senseless around for the thirty plus minutes of its existence in a way that no record has done for such a tragically long time. And the reason I am sounding like a cliched emo lyricist is simple, I am merely preparing you for the lyrics of the album.
However unoriginal the lyrics or sound may be for an emo record, i could not deny the brilliance of it. Think Mineral with a bit more power and speed, and a lot less whining, and you have Penfold. It begins with the slowest, prettiest song, June (I think with my collection of emo records, i have a song named after every month of the year) to some of the more hardcore-y songs like tuesday (i think with my collection of emo records, I have a song named after every day of the week) this record shows perfect balance and with seven songs, doesn’t overstay it’s welcome like many a album i have bought recently does. However unoriginal this album may be, I still love it, and I don’t care what you think. Now I think I shall go and write some poetry.