Comatose, by Skillet, an album that's cover looks like it could be symbolic but is boring nonetheless. But hey, it has the title track (always awkward to refer to), so it's not like the entire album concurs. Not the entire album. Just most of it.
At least, if you completely disregard lyrics when you judge the quality of an album. The lyrics are a big enough redeeming factor that I find it hard to convince myself that this wasn't a good album. Even when I was listening to a song like Those Nights that sounded so factoring stereotypical I wanted to cut myself, I listened to the lyrics I decided not to cut myself. Of course, there were still songs like Better Than Drugs that had bad lyrics in both senses of the word (this describing a band that never swears), but the majority of the songs had well-written lyrics.
But does this excuse the subpar quality of the music? No! But, to be fair, the real problem is the inconsistency in the quality. The title track far surpasses any other song on the album, and Whispers in the Dark puts all the other songs to shame. Then some songs feel like a waste of album space. If you're going for singles, the two songs mentioned are not a bad choice. But don't expect the whole album to be good.
Considering you can look the lyrics up online, I'm curious as to why I bother paying for Skillet albums. John Cooper's voice isn't that great, although he is a decent singer, but the delivery of the lyrics isn't what the appeal is. The only reason I can think of to pay for the album is out of respect for the talented lyricists. Why they didn't just write a book, I don't know. But Comatose is what it is, and I guess you can't change that.
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