Burning Point - The Ignitor Review
by Matt Hensch
Ok, I was never big on Burning Point despite hearing the band's moniker thrown around every now and then. Everything I sampled was uninspired and monumentally shallow, and now I'm totally ready to never give this band the time of day again. "The Ignitor" is the fifth full-length record released by these aspiring Finns, but my opinion of the group is still stuck in the ground like Pompeii, and I've gathered so little from this album that otherwise had a promising and electric start. Yes, the first two songs are exceptional pieces of speedy power metal, bursting with stellar choruses, great bridges, and more riffs than your face can handle. For some reason, though, they quickly crash and start churning out these lifeless, mundane dumps that reek of juvenility, not the work of journeymen of power metal.
I have a huge problem with the amount of monumentally mediocre tunes here. They're everywhere, not including the first two bullets, mind you. So after dropping a duo of boiling, riff-infested power metal gospels, Burning Point turns off the jets and settles for incredibly bland hard rock. It's almost humorous how hard they crash, as if Burning Point finally found a vault of tedious guitar work and monotonous crap and decided to bask in its glory. Its vapid, irksome, trashy excuse of glory. Lots of fancy guitar work too, but there's really no point if the spine of the music itself has crumbled beneath the weight of dead choruses and song structures that sink like an anvil in a tub of lard. On the flip side, the sound quality is very good, and Pete Ahonen's vocals are sharp and explosive; not much else can be said in a positive light, however.
Using a random example, "Everdream" is like a Tony Martin-era Black Sabbath b-side rocker coiling beneath generic riffs, uninventive keyboard cycles, and other banes previously listed in this sub-par excuse of a review. "Losing Sleep" performed quite the contrary on me, I'm afraid, and "Lost Tribe" sounds like it was salvaged by some faded high-school 80s rock band. Few acceptable pieces lurk between the usual mountains of boredom ("Holier Than Thou," "Heaven and Hell") but the lack of exceptional material sucks the life right out of "The Ignitor," and Burning Point is clearly at the opposite end of their desired position on the Kelvin scale with this insipid display of sleepwalking power metal with banal hard rock touches.
Something like this is simply inexcusable. How a group like Burning Point that released a cluster of full-length albums and had years to expand on their sound and identity could release something so lifeless and tepid is beyond any reasoning I'm familiar with. I'm especially torn over Burning Point's poor performance here because these Finns started the album with a mammoth hailstorm of strength and defiance, but two strong warriors cannot defeat an empire of bodily waste. In closing, "The Ignitor" explodes into a glowing inferno of fire and heat, but it quickly dissolves from a storm of flares to a handful of sparks quickly fading into the night, as if they never existed at all. "The Ignitor" burns like a cold turkey, and Burning Point comes off as a tad too chilly overall. Lock this one in the freezer, kids.
Burning Point - The Ignitor
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