You see it thrown around a lot nowadays by those crazy kids trying to say something profound yet don’t have anything to say something profound about. “Pop punk’s not dead!” they cry, sporting their Skull Candy headphones and their black and white Vans backpack. Whilst the phrase isn’t wrong, and pop punk is in fact alive and well, oftentimes you have to wonder if that’s such a good thing. Pop punk seems to be the Dorian Gray of genres, and it’s albums like this one that make me want to hold up the genre’s portrait in the hopes that it will crumble away into nothingness.
It was a little bit difficult to find anything to say about this album, chiefly due to the fact that once I had listened to the second half of the album, I had already forgotten the first. The kicker is when I went to listen to the first half again, I ironically forgot what the second half sounded like, and so on.
This happened several times.
Truthfully, as far as pop punk albums go, it’s probably pretty good, but the problem is the sound isn’t fresh. Maybe it would have been about 20 years ago when pop punk was first rearing its skater cap-laden head. Throughout the album it just seems like the bog standard 4/4, the bog standard riffs, and none of them were speaking to us this time around. It was just chords for the sake of chords with no real thought woven into them. I’m sure pop punk fans will absolutely love it, but I’m no pop punk fan. At least not in 2016. In short, the verdict is that Painted Blue is a shining example of a stale genre that needs to cease existing in order to make way for something a little more musically interesting.
A by the numbers pop punk album that will be loved in all the expected places, like Kerrang, more than likely...