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...Everybody Learns From Disaster,” with its galloping beat and Bon Jovi-esque lyrics, full of reckless abandon and an “us-against-the-world” mentality, proves to be the album??s best narrative, as Carrabba recalls the glories of a band on the move, reminiscing, “We stayed in the sun too long / Suffered a terrible burn / Now everybody learns from disaster / We stayed on the run too long / Hoping we’d never return.” While none of the ballads can measure...
...album??s opening track, “Get Me Right,” begins with a single, insistent guitar riff and then proceeds to build with electronic synths, gunshot drums, and Carrabba’s voice nervously fluttering above the ruckus as he pleads. “I know you’ll get me right / Oh Jesus, I’ve fallen.” The song’s religious overtones do not quite fit with the remainder of the adolescent-themed album, but thrown listeners will feel right at home as the record then effortlessly...
Unfortunately, what makes “Alter the Ending” an often dissatisfying listen is the uniformity of about half the album??s songwriting. Consisting of the same thick guitar lines, intense drumming, and vocal acrobatics of Carrabba’s wobbly tenor, the band’s newest efforts sound like weak facsimiles of “Hands Down” and “Vindicated.” The songs feebly retread old territory rather than covering new ground...
Dashboard Confessional unfortunately elects on “Alter The Ending” to limit the usage of their greater strength: the acoustic, heartbrokenly witty ballads on which they built their early career. Two of the album??s finest tracks, “Even Now” and the moody closer “Hell On the Throat,” excel above the rest due to the naked emotion and simplistic strumming, enhanced only occasionally with a shimmering synth or lonely drum beat. On “Even Now,” Carrabba softly sings...
...album??s most sublimely beautiful composition comes at the conclusion, with the quiet struggle of “Hell On the Throat,” as Carrabba desperately mourns, “All these years in the cold / Play hell on the throat / ’Til everything I say burns like cinders / Well it’s hard to belong / To a girl or a song / In the crease of a strangling winter.” It is at such moments that “Alter the Ending” truly shines; unfortunately, such compositions...