If you haven't listened to "Alone"—off of inconceivably inane metal-core band Falling in Reverse's latest LP Fashionably Late—you have yet to experience true sensory torment. It is half shitty post-hardcore, half shitty rap, and wholly awful. Falling in Reverse sounds like Norma Jean and Limp Bizkit had a child who was adopted and raised by One Direction. There is a fucking helicopter in the music video. It is such an unfocused combination of disparate and consistently horrible styles that it's almost indescribable. Frontman and sole constant member Ronnie Radke is either an ingenious troll or the world's most exquisite choad. Assuming it's not just one big Kaufman-esque front, there is virtually nothing likable about Radke or the music he creates: He writes songs about people on Twitter who don't like him, and is the perfect poster child for the contemptible state of mainstream punk—a misanthropic, out-of-control poseur with a criminal history and a really problematic persecution complex. MORGAN TROPER
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