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All for Nothing
Solitary

WTF (2008) Jason

All for Nothing – Solitary cover artwork
All for Nothing – Solitary — WTF, 2008

More hardcore from across the pond. This time it's The Netherlands. Neat. All for Nothing sound like they want to rewrite the first Comeback Kid album in five tracks. You know the sound - fast hardcore, silly breakdowns, and shouted vocals. Oh yeah this time the vocals are handled by a lady. She sort of reminds me of Mike Ski from Brother's Keeper, but less muppet-like. Solitary is hardcore for the kids that finally realized that metalcore isn't cool anymore and want the real thing...yet have to clue to start. So they start with All for Nothing. Solitary is good for what it is and I have no complaints. I've already heard this band a million times before under a grip of different names. Chick singer or not, I just don't care.

5.0 / 10Jason • February 11, 2009

All for Nothing – Solitary cover artwork
All for Nothing – Solitary — WTF, 2008

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