Album Review: "Our Patience" by Better Than Ignorance
Released in 2013, Our Patience by Spanish rock outfit Better Than Ignorance is a gritty, unapologetic dive into the hardcore and metalcore genres. Self-released under their own label, BetterThanIgnorance, this album doesn’t try to sugarcoat its raw intensity. It’s not perfect—some transitions feel rough, others overly ambitious—but that’s part of the charm. This isn’t music for background listening; it demands your attention.
The tracklist kicks off with “Zombie Party for Boring Days,” which immediately sets the tone. The song’s driving riffs and relentless drumming create an almost chaotic energy, like someone threw a Molotov cocktail into a mosh pit. But what sticks with you is the breakdown about two-thirds in—it’s heavy enough to make your speakers tremble but melodic enough to keep you hooked. You can almost picture the band members sweating through every note, pouring everything they’ve got into this one moment. It’s messy, sure, but isn’t that the point?
Another standout is “Free Man Rises.” If “Zombie Party” is all chaos, then this track brings focus. The vocals oscillate between guttural screams and cleaner lines, giving the lyrics a sense of urgency. There’s something oddly uplifting about the chorus, even though the instrumentation remains punishingly heavy. It’s as if the band wants to remind us that freedom—real freedom—isn’t always pretty or easy. By the time the final chord rings out, you’re left feeling both exhausted and exhilarated.
Other tracks like “Eight Years Lost” and “Torches & Flames” round out the album nicely, though they don’t quite hit the same highs as the aforementioned songs. Still, there’s no denying the passion behind each cut. Every riff, scream, and crash cymbal feels intentional, crafted by musicians who clearly care more about authenticity than commercial appeal.
Reflecting on Our Patience, it strikes me how refreshingly human the whole thing feels. In an era where so much music is polished to death, Better Than Ignorance dares to leave the rough edges intact. Sure, some parts could use tightening up, but maybe that’s why it resonates. Listening to this album feels less like consuming art and more like eavesdropping on a private catharsis.
Unexpectedly, I found myself wondering: What would happen if these guys collaborated with a classical orchestra? Yeah, I know—it sounds bonkers. But hey, stranger things have happened in the world of rock.
