Watch it. Watch it from beginning to end, you really have to because there are moments… moments where you begin contemplating whether or not you should go into a bank with a shotgun because humanity made this exist.
Choreography: Check!
That’s the first thing you want to see in a video, a bunch of guys with emo-hair headbanging in unison, all of which have coordinated their outfits. It’s unfortunate the chubby leadsinger was forced to squeeze into that pair of skinny jeans because the bass player told their manager “Cha bra we’re all the same size, ya!”
Synchronized Watches and Synchronized Positions: Check!
Yes, we must all get in cock-riding position. It’s not a comfortable position, but it’s the only way chubby anime girls will think we’re sensitive enough to write fan fiction about us!
No, there’s no reason Chubby McGoo needs to claw at your face, there’s no reason he needs to look as if he is jumping out of your closet to scare you. And yes of course there is a depressed pseudo-goth-punk-emo chick deeply contemplating about some deep shit.
Synchronized Bunny Hops: CHECK! Nevermind the song is awful, hey Lady GaGa gets away with having shit ass songs by having sweet ass dance moves!
How low can you go? Yep they’re going for full penetration, they wanna get some ball up in there.
Yes that is auto tune, you’re brain hasn’t tumored from listening to Boom Boom Pow over and over and over again.
DANCE INTERLUDE!!!!!!!!!!XDD!!!1111one
Let us run in place.
And that my friends was “Stick Stickly” by Attack Attack!
No one ever said this would be easy
What I don’t understand is, how do they not know? How do they not know they look fucking ridiculous? This seems like a fairly new band. When you get that hair cut, wear those clothes, aren’t you aware of that connotation? Emos are the buds of jokes probably just as often as Mexicans and the Holocaust. But fine, maybe you don’t care what people think, maybe you like looking like a douche, fashion and style to each they own. But come the fuck on, you MUST know your music is shit.
But the thing about fitting into these cliches I guess, is that you have that whole demographic of other lame douches to appeal to. If these guys couldn’t fit themselves into some neatly wrapped homoerotic box they’d never get laid. In the end, I suppose selling out is always, selling yourself.
This sounds like if the band boys like girls had ass sex with Hawthorne heights and thru some miracle (probably curse) their gay lovemaking produced a c-section birthed baby. At least if it’s gonna sound like shit then pull (like you said) a lady gaga where you dance around and “bluff with your muffin”.
The sad thing is, the last time I heard that much auto-tune was at a T-Pain concert. It’s just as trite, formulaic, and consumeristic as every other style of music.
Also, fat guy running in place around the three minute mark is just about the saddest/funniest thing ever.
I would like to point out that everything is relative and compared to the video linked below Attack Attack! is phenomenal.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8F5YSA1Oz0