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Mike Thrasher Presents
Woe, Is Me
When somebody stabs you in the back, don’t turnaround and do the same thing. Go directly for the face. Confront your enemies, stand up for yourself and fight through adversity: literally, figuratively and every way in between. When it comes to creating art, don’t hold back. Put it all out on the table.
That’s the message of Woe, Is Me, whose personal story of triumph through shared struggle blazes a shining pathway for their fans to follow. And it’s a point-of-view delivered through an engaging live show where crowd-participation is a must.
In Woe, Is Me, the sludgy, aggressive bottom end of vintage nu-metal collides with modern breakdowns and electronics-enhanced atmosphere, alongside the melodic sing-a-long anthem style of A Day To Remember and the arresting emotional ferocity of screamo standard-bearers like The Used and My Chemical Romance; all with a powerful new twist. When a fan asked the band on Twitter to describe their jaw-dropping and brutal yet deliciously poppy and inspiring album Genesi[s] in just five words, their reply was simply this: “Really fucking catchy and heavy.”
After a lineup shakeup that would have decimated lesser bands, the Atlanta-bred six-piece has risen like a phoenix from the ashes with their sophomore-slump-killing new album, Genesi[s]. Woe, Is Me’s second offering is truly a rebirth. It’s the beginning of something new, something of vital importance to the modern music scene that carries with it a message of consequence.