Escape The Fate is a one-trick-pony, but a damn skilled one!

It is pretty ironic for a band named Escape The Fate to have its nascent career marked by ill fate and death. After his involvement in a gunfight that tragically resulted in the death of poor 18-year-old Michael Cook, frontman Ronnie Radke was forced to plead guilty in court since his friend, who was responsible for the crime, committed suicide. He left the band subsequently, sentenced to five year probation in Las Vegas. Not to sound retrograde and obnoxious, but, in our humble opinion, judiciary considerations aside, Radke’s departure is a shame. Escape The Fate lost its most precious asset and one should know that there is an army of post-hardcore bands that would take the band’s place in a heartbeat. Blessed with a “devious charm” as the band’s publicist put it, the charismatic Ronnie Radke is what set the quintet apart in a sea of bands featuring saturated guitars and high-pitched singers. As a matter of fact, Escape The Fate was a talented band, as shown in the promising There’s No Sympathy For The Dead EP (2007), its first release on Epitaph records; and yes we did use the past tense since its future post-Radke couldn’t be more compromised.

The EP opens with Dragging Dead Bodies in Blue Bags Up Really Long Hills. The song title indeed drags on in what seems to be, depending on how you look at it, a jab at the trend of ridiculously long song titles that once prevailed in the scene. And this is exactly what characterizes Escape The Fate. A blasé listener might accuse the band of only regurgitating the same decades-old heavy metal clichés, never seeing past the tongue-in-cheek face-melting solos and the kitsch metal licks fired off at the speed of light. Sure, the band’s technical skills and boisterous energy largely contribute to their appeal. But beneath the fire and fury reside impressive songwriting skills, as seen in Dragging Dead Bodies’ delicious bridge, with Ronnie Radke chanting Let’s go. We’re on top of the world. The Ransom and As You’re Falling Down, endowed with infectious choruses, further prove that point. The two most hard-hitting songs, The Guillotine, which close the EP in a chaotic battlefield and the cathartic title-track make reappearance on the band’s debut full-length Dying Is Your Latest Fashion (2007), reviewed earlier in the blog, undoubtedly as a result of some pressure from the record label.

“It's awesome, it’s catchy, it’s hard, it’s badass, I don’t know if I can say that but I just did.” – bassist Max Green, on Escape The Fate’s music.

The band’s detractors can talk all they want; the world, okay maybe the scene, undeniably needs fun bands, not in a [insert any act signed by Fueled by Ramen] kind of way but more in a Every Time I Die’s guys night out party music kind of way.

Uffie never disapoints (musically at least)

Uffie, the American, Paris-based electro-rap teenage extraordinaire, posted a new song on her Myspace. This is something to get excited about given that we are still awaiting a full-length release on her part. The song is entitled Robot Oeuf and is featured on the Ed Banger Records (the French label home to gasp! Justice as well as Mr Oizo) volume III compilation, coming out May 26th 2008. And tell you what, the song is unsurprisingly badass as is the rest of Uffie's work.

Besides, we abruptly learned that the 19-year old singer got engaged. Naturally we thought it was very fairy tale-like, the fact that Uffie and long-time beau slash collaborator slash labelmate DJ Feadz were going to get married.

Except that to our horror the gamine didn't get engaged to Feadz but to a French graffiti artist named André! Word on the street is that he proposed in Tokyo, only ten days after they started dating and that the same day, they got each other's name tattoed. Yes we know, we do sound a bit like thesuperficial.com minus the drunken macho jokes about Kim Kardashian's butt or Jennifer Aniston in a bikini (what? what are you trying to imply? No really. We only read this pile of nonesense for research purposes. Okay to laugh at Heidi Montag's horseface. Okay maybe to read about Ashlee Simpson and Pete Wentz's wedding. There.).

Well, it all makes sense now. In fact, we were wondering to whom First Love's bitter lyrics were addressed to, and to our suspicions, they were adressed to none other than Feadz. Strangely enough, they were still together at the time she wrote and performed the song, since he contributed, along with Mr Oizo, to her first songs and demos. Oh well, let's push aside all this speculation in order to wish Uffie and her new Marc Jacobs look-alike fiancé much luck and happiness and pray for a debut album with some Feadz in it hopefully.

You guys are huge, huge in umh... Europe, right?

Hello darlings,

so today I'm going to write a little something about my favourite band, The Strokes!

The New York quintet's effortless and laid-back garage rock is genius but in a nonchalant way. You cannot help but feel elegant strutting down the street when their harmonious modern rock and roll rings through your ears. It is the brillant blend of contemplative lyrics, impeccable bass lines laced with melodious guitar riffs that makes you wanna put on a cropped leather jacket along with aviator sunglasses and hit the town.

The band consists of Albert Hammond Jr. (rythmn guitar), Nikolai Fraiture (bass guitar) and Fabrizio Morretti (drums), who form one solid yet versatile rythmn section and lay the foundations for the lead section, which is comprised of Nick Valensi (lead guitar) and charismatic Julian Casablancas (vocals).



The Strokes constitute the perfect soundtrack to have a few pre-drinks to before going clubbing or bar hopping, but also to come down to after having been out. Their music's surprising structure and cadence create a danceable beat, yet you can definitely sit back and relax to some of their tunes. It is no wonder why the majority of their photoshoots or music videos take place in bars! And there's nothing I like more than seeing one of the boys chugging a Heineken.


Much hyped and critically-aclaimed Is This It, the band's debut album, is sheer perfection. Sophomore effort Room on Fire did not benefit from the same reception, as critics apparently failed to appreciate its maturity and poise. The band's latest release, First Impression of the Earth posesses huge hits and is very ambitious. All in all, the band proved it had incredible talent and that all those revival garage rock bands, which surfaced around the same period, did not hold a candle to it (coughthehivescough). But I am not here to trash talk about rock bands, am I! In addition to making fantastic music, the band is one of the most stylish bands ever. Granted, they do have a stylist but that doesn't take away the fact that they look superb in those vintage clothes.

Your new guilty pleasure

I could not resist the temptation to write a blog about post-hardcore band Escape The Fate. Despite their reputation of being a scene band manufactured by a major record label in an effort to target the 13-year olds niche (which is a very shrewd move knowing the profitability of such an extensive market, and trust me I'm a Business student, majoring in Finance on top of that, so I should know), it is actually a glorious band. Now, the origins of the Las Vegas band are somewhat shady as frontman Ronnie Radke himself claims, in an interview with Buzznet: "We're all friends, it's not like I met these guys on the Internet", contradicting various online sources stating that he and bassist Max Green formed the band through Myspace. But this is not the point of this post, which is actually to celebrate this band's prodigiousness.


I discovered Escape The Fate in the summer of 2006, through the Unsound Vol. 1 compilation (which replaced Epitaph's Punk-O-Rama series) that my brother had randomly bought and soon discarded for being "full of emo shit" as he elegantly put it. I enjoyed the lewd anthem that was "Situations" but didn't try to research further on the band as I couldn't shake the feeling that it was somewhat of a fake scene band. It had it all, the whiny singer who squeals at the end of each line, the drop-D distorted guitars, the hardcore riffs, the overly sexual and outrageous lyrics "I touched her ooh. She touched my aah" coupled with the "A certain girl she took my hand and ran it up her thigh, she licked her lips and pulled my hair" so reminiscent of the infamous "Can I touch your legs? Do I make you sweat?" repeated over the breakdown of Kiss Me I'm Contagious by From First to Last (another scene band for future reference).

I guarantee that upon your first few listens of their first full-length Dying is Your Latest Fashion (2006, Epitaph) you'll start hardcore dancing and singing on the top of your lungs faster than it takes to say "I secretly approve of the anti-emo riots in Mexico". The Guillotine and There's No Sympathy For the Dead will make you feel badass and ready to start a fight while songs like Situations, Friends and Alibis and the catchy Not Good Enough For Truth in Cliché will make you dance.

However, Cellar Door and My Apocalypse, to an even greater extent, are arguably the true masterpieces of this album. The former soars with the sheer beauty of Radke's macabre and disturbing imagery while the latter contains all the elements that make Escape The Fate so brilliant: slasher-movie inspired metaphors ("There's a man with an axe, standing in the rain, looked me straight in the eyes"), dual guitars, technical riffs and sick metal solos.

The lyrics of the album shine particularly due to their metaphorical quality. Nevertheless, they fall flat and sound ridiculously phony when they become literal in the appropriatedly ridiculously-named The Day I Left the Womb. In spite of that, Dying is Your Latest Fashion really hits home with its swirling screamed canons, infectious chorus and death metal licks.

Escape The Fate reminded me of why I suddenly started to like rock and roll as a kid and why I picked up the guitar in my teens. Their raw energy and their spontaneity is really communicative and exciting. And admit it, you find them sexy, all dressed up like Motley Crue, there's nothing wrong with that.

In addition, despite their cocky demeanour, they are actually one of the most down-to-earth band out there. Sure, they play post-hardcore and dress like a heavy metal band, but they are a light-years away from some cocky shitty-ass unoriginal bands. The founders of the band, Radke and Green, especially stand out due to their colorful personalities. Radke is known for his stage antics and boldness, while Green is arrogant and insolent like no other.

Unfortunately, the charismatic frontman was forced to leave the band in 2007 as he faced charges for his involvement in a fight that took place in May 2006. He was replaced by ex-Blessthefall (don't ask, it's a crap band) Craig Mabitt but he will be sincerely missed.

Put in a nutshell, you should definitely check out Escape The Fate, you'll have a blast, I can bet my money on that. Peace and be safe!