Decemberunderground is woefully average. It seems to fail in every element where Afi usually succeeds. Front man Davey Havok's vocals are either dull and unfocused, or screaming at an absurdly annoying pitch. Catchy punk-infused guitar riffs? Guitarist Jade Puget doesn't deliver them. Instead, muddy, bleak, inane lines populate the album. Fantastic backing vocals and just overall kickass attitude? It's there. Only the backing vocals sound like a choir of ghouls in the deepest pit of Hell, and the attitude generally resembles that of depressed people at a funeral (I think Afi were actually trying to get that effect). Oh, and don't get me started on the lyrics. Will you hear any great triumphs or rude-boy laughs, such as "6 to 8" (The Art of Drowning) or "Cruise Control" (Very Proud of Ya)? Nope. Instead, you'll hear a lot about suicide, and death, and killing, and gloom. Only none of it's good. It's just depression for depression's sake.