Album Review: Hawthorne Heights - Bad Frequencies

Ah, Hawthorne Heights, best known for that "cut my wrists and black my eyes" banger that was every emo kid's MySpace profile song back in the day.

It's been 14 years since that release and Hawthorne Heights are just as angsty as ever with the release of their sixth album, Bad Frequencies.

In Gloom starts the album off, debuting with a slow, piano-backed sound, before turning into an upbeat, yet sulky tune about wearing out. Crimson Sand and Just Another Ghost both have some cringy elements, with the back-up screams seeming a little too forced at times. It's at The Suicide Mile where we hit peak emo as vocalist JT Woodruff sings of turning his back to the sun and sleepless nights next to a loaded gun.

If you're in your mid to late 20s, this album is sure to bring you some strange nostalgia; taking you back to that time when your eyeliner was as heavy as your heart. Hawthorne Heights stick to a narrative they formed for themselves all those years ago, and if you've stuck with the band since the beginning, Bad Frequencies will likely impress.