Instead, they offer up songs bereft of filler, that are well written and defiantly to the point. In other words, “radio friendly.” If they didn’t swear so convincingly in most of the songs, you’d think that is what they are going for. Their songs are chock-a-block full of hooks, sing-able and maybe a little too repetitive choruses, all the while being about just under 4 minutes. No, it doesn’t sound anything like Ricky Martin, in case anyone was wondering … Musically, you’ll hear Latin-tinged acoustic guitar playing amidst the regular heavy electric guitar. The last song is a remake of “How Can I Live” done in Spanish, and most of the songs you’ll get a sentence or two of Spanish thrown in. There is also a definite Latin vibe entrenched in this CD. Instead of seeking pity or asking “WHY ME?” the songs admits, “I need to take my life back.” “I’ve seen your face in pictures unframed …” pretty much says it all. Going along with the actual “confession” and “daddy” theme, the song “Unframed” does a more realistic and honest job than other bands do in the same vein. Coupled with the poignant chorus, which by now you’ve probably heard a million times, you’ll hear a band finding and defining their sound. “I know I’m just a copy that carries on the stain … but we make the same mistake … cuz we are one and the same,” falls into the latter category. Sometimes, words are just words, sometimes, they are poetry. Lyrically, you cannot find fault with the subject matter or skill of the writing. Freddy soundtrack, encapsulates the overall Ill Niño sound. “How Can I Live,” initially released on the Jason vs. And the belting out of “fuck you!” doesn’t hurt things. ‘Cause I-make you eat your words and die.” Machado’s voice branches out to an almost death metal ledge on this tune, but his normal excessively calm, fluid and melodic delivery is the highpoint of the song during the chorus. Machado pens a more concise and brutal sentiment with, “Don’t try-telling all your fucking lies.
“Te Amo … I Hate You,” is your average “girl, you done wrong by me, and I’m hurting.” Of course, the lyrics don’t quite go that way. Somehow, Ill Niño does the same thing without pandering or seeming contrived, and also throw together an album that will surprise people who disdain popular metal … ‘cuz it’s good. For some reason, kids dig hearing songs saying “I’m the victim, feel bad for me!” Bands like Papa Roach exemplify this piffle with their “Last Resort,” and all the new pop-punk bands singing about how their daddy was mean to them carries the whimpering flag along with faux moxie. In a large section of popular rock/metal, there is a whining movement going on. Ill Niño’s latest release, Confession, plays like singer and lyricist Christian Machado’s personal expulsion of demons.
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