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Posted on Friday, 28 October 2016

@bluntmag: Review: @FrankIero kicks you in the head and then straps you in on the feels train with #Parachutes. 5/5.

Frank Iero And The Patience – Parachutes
By Kaydan Howison

Frank Iero has, in many ways, been the most prolific of My Chemical Romance‘s former members. Releasing Stomachaches in 2014 (under the name Frnkiero andthe Cellebration), the album crackled with a sense of unrestrained abandon. What that album lacked, though, was a sense of focus. His second solo record, Parachutes – now under the guise of Frank Iero And The Patience – finds him completing the transformation that Stomachaches spun with a renewed sense of precision. Culminating into a heavier, more confident record, Iero transcends his insecurities to spawn twelve more akin to weapons, which kick you right in the head before strapping you in on the feels train.We begin with the aptly-titled “World Destroyer” – this song is a perfect encapsulation of the new direction Iero has taken, as it hurls you down into a sea of emotional vocal gymnastics, veering from impassioned singing to unhinged screams over heavy, throttling guitars straight from the void of punk’s dark, seedy underbelly. Songs such as “I’m A Mess”, “They Wanted Darkness” and “I’ll Let You Down” brim with passionate tunefulness alongside their heavier moments, adding dynamic layers to the album as a whole; Iero knowing exactly when to take his foot off the pedal and let the songs breathe, like a true master of his craft.He also knows when to hit the gas hard, such as on standout track “Dear Percocet, I Don’t Think We Should See Each Other Anymore”, which sees Iero channel his inner-Bruce Springsteen… If Springsteen downed a case of Red Bull on the regular and joined a punk band. It’s two hard fucking minutes begging you to throw your television out a window and cry in the rain. Another standout track, “Oceans”, features a chorus more addictive than vodka-infused gummy bears: it sucks you in and doesn’t let you go until the final note, wringing emotion from your body like a priest performing an exorcism.Album closer “9-6-15” brings Parachutes full circle, as the tender guitar restraint in the first few minutes lulls you into a false sense of security, before breaking your teeth against the bricks of Iero’s uncontrollable, emotional vulnerability. Simply put, he screams like a man possessed as the final notes ring out and the record ends. Parachutes is Iero at his confident best. There are no weak moments, with each song adding to the overall experience by building on what came before it. And, with that, he can finally shirk whatever remnants lie behind of his former past. Blare it loud in your car as you speed down the highway, hating your life like you just saw an episode of The Voice.Hell, it fucking demands it. ( x )

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