SPLIT HABIT - PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS

I will start out by saying that I hate emo. Just as a general rule, I usually can’t stand it. Probably 99.999% of the time, I see it as being a bunch of whiny little bastards complaining about their problems, telling me about their feelings. I don’t give a shit. Honestly, I really don’t care.
I blame it on Morrissey, Robert Smith, and Eddie Vedder, just to name a few. I hope you overly emotional motherfuckers burn for all eternity with nothing to listen to but William Hung renditions of Pointer Sisters and Bobby McFerrin hits.
Music used to be about sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll, fighting, and dying. It was simple, easy to remember, and you didn’t have to really pay attention to enjoy it. People attempting to pour out their heart in this pretentious, formulaic fashion is ungodly boring.
Okay, about Split Habit. For this type of music, they are standard fare. Musically, they're not bad at all. There are even a few spots I liked. The singer doesn’t have a bad voice. He reminded me of a 15-year-old emotionally-stunted Weird Al. But other than a great cover of Hall & Oates' "Maneater", the album didn’t really float my boat. If they branch out a bit and experiment a little, straying from the typical four-chord progressions and "insert here" bass and drum beats, they have a chance of one day being really good.