Of course, my tastes have matured since then. I thought songs like “Comatose,” “Better Than Drugs,” and “The Last Night” were the greatest things since sliced bread, and at this point I’ve listened to those three so much that they’re ingrained in my psyche, forever intertwined with my idea of adolescence and growing pains. With that profile inevitably came Skillet’s Comatose (or at least the singles). I was in middle school and freshman year of high school not too long ago, and I was your standard gangly, pubescent kid wandering around aimlessly in the Hybrid Theory T-shirt and blasting KoRn through cheap Apple earbuds. ![]() Most likely, I think it was as some sort of catharsis, forcing myself to realize Skillet is no longer the band I loved. I’m not sure why, exactly, I decided to listen to Skillet’s new LP, Rise. Review Summary: Out of the frying pan, into the fire
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