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Your Eyes My Dreams - Weapons Are Useless
Your Eyes My Dreams Ė Weapons Are Useless
Release Date: June 20, 2006
Label: Indianola Records
John Edwards was a Puritan preacher who lived and worked in eighteenth century New England. Edwards was famous for his ďfire and brimstoneĒ sermons that succeeded in scaring the shit out of wayward parishioners. Your Eyes My Dreams is a 21st century Christian metalcore band hailing from the oft forgotten state of Delaware. When the dead rise from the earth in the coming Apocalypse (Panic! At The Disco was the first sign), Edwards will surely seek out the Your Eye My Dreams thrash-pit that will have evolved from those at the show that didnít ascend in the rapture. Poor bastards.
Vocalist Jason Pryor takes the Edwards role, two hundred some odd years later. Pryor barks out the message over shape-shifting guitars and double drum pedals firing off like machine guns in the middle of war-torn Baghdad. You canít argue with the bandís enthusiasm, or their talent. Pryorís voice is far from melodic, but his accompaniment makes the music seem more aesthetically appealing than his beastlike vocals would suggest. Making you think some of the members of YEMD cut their teeth in emo bands.
Truth be told, I got way into philosophy my freshman year of college and thus started questioning the existence of God. Havenít stopped since. Later, during senior year, I started reading on Eastern religion and decided that if I were to live by any kind of code of ethics, it would likely be one from that part of the world. The point of me giving you that line of useless information is this. Seeing as how Iím not a Christian and tend to disagree with a lot of what Western religion has to offer, you might find it surprising that I enjoy this album as much I do.
Unlike a number of other critics I know, Iíll never bash a band for having a purpose. Personally, I donít see the difference between the message a band like Your Eyes My Dreams espouses here and what NOFX delivers on War on Errorism. I may not totally agree with either, but both require passion and isnít that what good music should do. After listening to Weapons Are Useless you may be even more convinced of your eternal damnation, but you won't be able to argue the preacher couldnít preach.
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