Five Finger Death Punch

Got Your Six

Got Your Six

Reviewed By Simon Milburn
Published 14 October, 2015
Link: Official Website

I kind of like to think that I get to listen to a lot of varied styles of metal doing what I do here. To a point, I think that’s true. As an example, I get to listen to thrash, death, black, sludge, stoner, grind, traditional, et cetera and the list goes on. Of course, in amongst all of those, I get to hear the mundane, the generic, the underrated, the over and under achievers, the ridiculous, the incredible and the overrated. The latter of that list brings me to the latest effort from Five Finger Death Punch, titled Got Your Six.

Now, you may remember I was unfortunate enough to review The Wrong Side of Heaven & The Righteous Side of Hell Part 1. I didn’t like it. Not one bit. I never received Part 2 to review funny enough. Perhaps my review of Part 1 was the reason why. I don’t know. I found it interesting then that Sony offered up the band’s sixth studio effort for me to put under the spotlight regardless of my previous work.

Right from the kick off, it’s clear that not much has changed over the last couple of albums from this quintet from Las Vegas, Nevada (U.S.A.). Got Your Six feels just as safe, just as generic, just as boring as the band’s previous works. Why it was shrouded in so much secrecy - that is, no advance streams for journos, just “in house” listening sessions at the band’s label in Australia - is beyond me. To me, it’s just as baffling as the band’s popularity in general. No doubt the secrecy and popularity are connected, which leaves only the band’s popularity remaining a mystery in this reviewer’s eyes.

Everything about Got Your Six sounds the same with respect to the songs within the album itself as well as compared to the bands other albums. Bland, generic riffs, predictable choruses, big production, singalong stadium rock anthemic tracks. None of that makes it good, however. What makes it worse is that it feels painfully long as well - fourteen tracks clocking in at just shy of 49 minutes. This album well and truly overstays its welcome, amongst other things.

A few years and a couple of albums later, and I’m still no wiser as to why Five Finger Death Punch are as popular as they are. I’m by no means some metal, elitist snob that only listens to unsigned, left of centre, underground acts. I do however, call a spade a spade. In this case, Five Finger Death Punch is continuing to fly the flag for low brow, generic metal. The rate at which they manage to churn these out is also of concern. The end result shows little inspiration or imagination time and time again. Instead, they prefer to churn out predictable slabs of bogan metal that offer nothing new or of value.

If nothing else, Five Finger Death Punch has proved that it’s not only DIY at home technology available on tap today that allows bands to release shit albums. When major labels latch onto things like this and think it’s the way of the future (or more importantly, the way of the fast buck), then we’re all doomed. These guys are as laughable and generic as winners of TV talent (aka popularity) shows. What’s worse, is that they are still around at all. Steer clear of this band. Again. There is nothing to see here. Move along. Now, if I could only get the time back that I spent listening to this album...

Eleven Seven Records/Sony Music Australia

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