When I was around 12 or so, I had discovered a new band called Bring Me The Horizon. They were mentioned on some chatboard and i decided to check them out. It was shortly after they had released their album “Suicide Season.” I was instantly hooked by the raw aggression captured by their sound. They quickly became my favorite band and I had decided to check out their earlier work, such as their previous album “Count Your Blessings” and their ep “‘This is What The Edge Of Your Seat Was Made For.” I had loved those albums, even more so than Suicide Season. I had saved up enough money to see them perform at warped tour, I remember being so upset that they only had a 30 minute set, they should have played the main stage all day.

I remember when they released singles for their next album, “There Is a Hell.” I was so upset that it wasn’t deathcore. I was able to excuse clean singing on tracks such as “The Sadness Will Never End” because a good majority of the album was still heavy. But when I heard tracks such as Crucify me, ♥♥♥♥, and It Never Ends, I could not believe my ears. There was clean singing and even acoustic parts on some songs. This is Bring Me The Horizon not “Bring Me Some Clean Vocals.” I was so upset I got a tattoo on my stomach that read “Bring Me The Horizon Is a deathcore band!” I had planned to crash their warped tour by pulling my shirt up to show them my tattoo but that didn’t work. I had then sent them topless photos (not nude) so they could see my tattoo and hopefully learn the error of their ways and return to deathcore. I was wrong. They hadnt even seen my messages, some members even blocked me. When I heard that Jordan Fish was joining the band I sent him the same photos but he quickly blocked me.

The deathcore era began to ruin my relationships with my friends, and even potential girlfriends. Back in highschool, my friends and I would listen to metalcore, deathcore, the popular heavy bands at the time. One of my friends started playing Can You Feel My Heart (non deathcore bring me the horizon song) AND I WAS SO ANGRY. I was yelling at them telling them that Bring Me The Horizon is a DEATHCORE band not a HARD ROCK BAND. I lifted my shirt to show them all my tattoo to prove my point but it only made them not speak to me again. TO PISS ME OFF ONE OF THEM EMAILED ME LINKS TO BRING ME THE HORIZONS NEWER NON DEATHCORE SONGS.

A few months later, I was at hot topic buying clothes when I saw a woman at the band tees section. I had made conversation about some of our favorite bands, and she brought up that the Bring Me The Horizon shirt looked cool. I asked her what her favorite song was and she said Shadow Moses. In an attempt to impress her I told her that Bring Me The Horizon used to be a deathcore band and that their best work is in that era. I even showed her my tattoo but i could see she instantly lost any interest she had in me.

Im sure you all can tell that I was absolutely horrified when I heard their next albums, specifically amo. I had picked up a chick at a club and took her back to my place, we had done the deed and the next morning she asked about my tattoo. I explained that Bring Me The Horizon is a band that I care a lot about. She had googled Bring Me The Horizon and started playing their music. She played something off of AMO. AMO! I quickly snatched her phone and yelled “THIS IS REAL BRING ME THE HORIZON ITS DEATHCORE!” I couldnt finish typing “Pray For Plagues” (one of their deathcore songs) before she grabbed my phone, called me a weirdo, and ran out my door.

When I heard they were playing some of their older stuff at When We Were Young I instantly booked tickets to see the show. I flew out all the way from Iowa to hear them play classic deathcore. While they did play Diamonds Aren’t Forever, I was furious that they didnt play the entirety of Count Your Blessings, if they did they would have lived up to the festivals name. I wasnt listening to “Teardrops” when I was young, I was listening to “A Lot Like Vegas.” I stormed out of the festival and packed my ♥♥♥♥ and went straight back home.

Before anyone mentions newer singles, I will say, AmeN was alright, and some snippets of other songs I heard bring me hope. Remember, before anything else, BRING ME THE HORIZON IS DEATHCORE. Oli if you’re reading this, feel free to delete any albums after Suicide Season and rewrite every song on next gen to be deathcore (hopefully you are doing that considering the album delay).




Last week at my private school the teacher asked us who our favorite musician is. A few of us raised our hands excitedly but, of course, the teacher picked a jock in the front of the classroom. The stupid jock said "Definitely Drake or Carti (🤮)" and a popular girl spoke up after him and said Taylor Swift.

At this point I was getting snappy and the teacher chose another kid with his hand up before me. As the word 'Lil' crept out of his mouth, my anger exploded and I knew I had to say something.

"SHUT UP! EVERYONE JUST BE QUIET" I retorted as I slammed my hand against my desk. As the crowd's piercing eyes settled onto me, I shot a nasty glare at the girl who had brought up Taylor Swift.

"None of you know REAL music! None of you at all!" I vehemently announced. As I began to unravel the musicianship, cultural poignancy, and psychological significance of Sempiternal, my teacher marched to my seat and snarled: "You brat! Don't you have any decency to let your classmates speak without causing a scene? I'm tired of your shenanigans! Get ou-" I cut her off with a logical dilemma.

"You're an English teacher, shouldn't you welcome the high-level, intellectual feedback of your most talented and gifted students? You should be honored I make time to show up here."

As she stood astonished, with a puzzled yet angered expression - I began to recite some of the most important and beautiful, magnificent songs of Bring Me The Horizons Extremely masterful discography:

Can you tell from the look in our eyes? We're going nowhere We live our lives like we're ready to die We're going nowhere

Intending to recite the entirety of Shadow Moses, I closed my eyes and began singing and screaming like Oliver Sykes. She shouted over my passionate expression of greatness for me to go down to the office "RiGhT NoW!!" Her voice was shaking and her legs were quaking.

Not thinking, I shouted back, with my best Oli impression: "I though I’d buried you and covered the tracks, you’ll have to take this with your cold dead hands!" and time seemed to stop. I felt the eyes of my classmates with daggers of judgement stepping through. In all honesty, I became emotional.

Not knowing what to do or say, I whispered under my breath: "I’m sorry brothers, so sorry lovers, Forgive me, father, I love you, mother." and sprinted outside to the parking lot, which reminded me of Run from That’s The Spirit, it really felt like the spirit of Oli was right there beside me, telling me to run.

Long story short, I was 10 days of out of school suspension even though I explained everything to the principal. I guess not everybody is as enlightened and smart as I had hoped they'd be...