Unfailingly anguished-sounding vocals are the primary hallmark of the Memory's six-song debut EP, singing miserably of miserable feelings about how miserable people are. This is nothing that anyone who's heard more than one emo band isn't already painfully familiar with, unfortunately. This is a particular shame because musically, the lamely titled Your Blood, My Hands...Lets Make It a Date is pretty great. The songs are energetically performed, with interesting arrangements, solid time signature and dynamic shifts, and lots of cool guitar sounds. The songs that have the longest instrumental sections and greatest textural variety, like the epic, anthemic rocker "Pawn Your Intelligence," almost make it on the basis of their musical viability, but it's hard to get past just how awful both the lyrics and the vocals are.
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AllMusic Review by Stewart Mason