Have you ever heard an album that was so unbelievably predictable it felt like you knew exactly what was coming next? Now imagine that happening over and over again, like a demented musical version of “Groundhog Day.”

Okay, Escape the Fate, we get it; you have really good guitar players. Every single song on “The War Is Ours” features the outstanding guitar work they’re known for, but there is absolutely nothing else here that is even the least bit musically redeeming.

The majority of music fans could care less about all the “drama” surrounding ex-singer Ronnie Radke, who went to jail because of his involvement in a murder. Judging by the publicity shots of the band, he is not going to have very much fun in there as these guys look like a 2008 Motley Crue with huge hair, tiny pants and all kinds of stupid tattoos.

The blueprint for the album looks like this: guitar solo intro, verse (screamed), chorus (sung), breakdown, verse, breakdown, chorus, breakdown, breakdown, outro.

How original!

Seriously, people are sick of breakdowns. Breakdowns only serve as an excuse for idiots in bandanas to spin-kick in a pathetic attempt to look cool.

“The Flood” made me want to puke. All I could think about was how many times I would have to get punched in the face before I hear “This War is Ours” again. This album is absolutely worthless.

I could not finish this album. In fact, I could not get past track five. The music on display here is the opposite of enjoyable. In all honesty, I would rather go to jail with ex-singer Radke than have to listen to what his band was putting out these days. There is a small part of me that wants to tell people Escape the Fate are blasphemers so their music would be blacklisted from every store

in the world.

Once again, music has shaken my faith in mankind.