The ninth studio album by the Swedish ex-Melodeath band In Flames. It is the perfect example of what once ambitious bands tend to do to sell more records and attract angsty teenager audience. The lyrics from mature and abstract themes of earlier albums have degraded into "I feel like shit, but at least I feel something" and other similarly trivial sentences. The sound is reminescent of all these MTV-puppet bands, although still not enough to be written about in shitty magazines like Bravo or Popcorn. Like being stuck between half-suckitude and full-suckitude.
Timmy: Dawg, have you heard the new In Flames CD, A Sense of Purpose? It's almost as good as Linkin Park and Disturbed! Yay!
Johnny: I agree, In Flames are on a good way to sucking just like these bands you named do...
Timmy: What's that supposed to mean...!?