capture the crown storm in a teacup lyrics

A song that is directed solely at all the jealous haters and keyboard warriors out there who are merely ignorant fools who don't know any better or so they would have you believe. The final arc of the this mature album starts with the lenghthy 'RVG'. The latter featuring a pleasant chorus though still plagued by the usual bundle of recycled half-ideas plastered ontop of each other (and of course ends poignantly with 'fuck you!'). 'Storm In A Tea Cup' is an electronic mess of an interlude, better forgotten for 'Help Me To Help You' and 'Deja Vu' which has more riffing than most of the album up to this point combined - not that it was much of a feat admittedly.

All of that is hilariously torn apart to make way for the most obnoxious barrage of breakdowns on the album (nothing like the lines 'You filthy fucking cunt!' and 'face down, arse up, that's the way you like to fuck!' to get you all pumped and energetic). On one hand you have crisply produced but cheesy dual metalcore riffs with random chugging galore while on the other a poppy chorus that is actually pretty memorable for a lot of good reasons except the lyrics. 'You Call That A Knife? This Is A Knife!' is the lead single, and is perhaps their best and worst song at the same time. It's not all a laughing matter fortunately as 'Ladies & Gentlemen.I Give You Hell' and 'LAX' manage some decent melodies here and there amongst the drivel. The rest of the band's lyrical repetoire is mostly half pseudo-rock-n-roll-metalcore attitude where it's cool to hate on everything and everyone, and half meaninglessly shoehorned phrases meant to sound 'bad', culminating hilariously with 'I hope you fucking die' being screamed over an outro breakdown. Right from the beginning everything is apparent - a short intro consisting of a breakdown with an alternating drum rhythm over techno electronics, or how about some chugging dual guitars in the first song '#OIMATEWTF' where the hook lyric being repeatedly screamed for emphasis is 'What The Fuck?!' (as opposed to 'Oh My God!') and the word 'bitch' mentioned about a billion times. In some ways it's a bizarre twist of fate to think that Capture The Crown ended up on the same label as the band they're quite clearly ripping off to put it bluntly. Take Asking Alexandria's debut album 'Stand Up and Scream' and barf it all over everything generic from their sophomore 'Reckless and Relentless' and you have exactly 'Til Death' right down to the dirty dance electronics, the brutal screeching and growling, the atrociously junvenile lyrics, the breakdowns, all of it.Įverything on this record reeks of copycat songwriting to the point where it becomes a joke quite literally (not that I want to call it stealing ideas - Asking Alexandria aren't exactly pioneers of original music either). You probably have to be deaf, stupid or in plain denial (maybe even all three) if after listening to their debut album 'Til Death' you don't think that these guys are trying to be Asking Alexandria. Capture The Crown Til Death Written by: BLĮveryone knows that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery right? Well I don't think anybody can deny that Australian quintet Capture The Crown are the living example of that phrase when it comes to imitation.

Capture the crown storm in a teacup lyrics