Few bands have generated as much spittle-flecked opprobrium in the metal world as Black Veil Brides. Thanks to their flamboyant glam-rock image and penchant for radio-friendly pop hooks, the band have become massively popular among sullen, kohl-eyed teens and reviled by almost everyone else. The band's third album – a rock opera, no less – is harmless and likable enough, with plenty of blistering guitar solos and muscular riffs bolstering an overall atmosphere of neutered rebellion. However, there is nowhere near enough invention on display to disguise the blank-eyed earnestness of the lyrics. Sadly, the most adventurous songs owe rather too much to other people's ideas: Resurrect the Sun clumsily manhandles the main riff from Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train, while Lost It All is a diluted take on Nine Inch Nails' Hurt that morphs into a hideously overwrought arena-rock coda. The faithful will adore every last second, of course, which is perhaps all that matters.