Boredom seems to be the main product a person may receive from listening to Athlete’s sophomore album, “Tourist.”
It’s hard to think of people watching this band perform and not falling asleep. Don’t listen to Athlete if you plan on doing any activities that require consciousness. This is hopefully the last wave of boring unenergetic emo garbage that’s plagued our shopping malls, high schools and gaming forums for so long.
It’s not just that emo sucks, because it does, but also because Athlete brings in its own annoying little attributes that could repel even the most emo of people. The vocals drag themselves on each verse to hit the intended note, and then do it all over again. Hopefully, people who unwillingly attends an Athlete concert is accommodated with coffee and crack.
This band would not exist without other bands like Coldplay or Maron 5. Bands like those were acceptable a few years ago, but now it’s time for music to continue on.
And what the hell are the lyrics in this music supposed to be about? There’s really no point, or story to them. They are passionless, uninspired crap, that were only whipped up because God forbid there should be music without singing in it because, “Oooh, that would be an abomination.”
It seems like an end to this bull is in sight, but what next horrible fad will sensible people like me and you (I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt) have to face? The best thing to do is to ignore it and have a warming sense of self-affirmation that you are not one of the fools who has fallen to the pit of “the next great thing.”