Metalcore with melodic elements that soften up the proceedings, so others besides angry, tattooed, shirtless gentleman can relate to it. This description can be tied to countless rock groups circa the early 21st century, such as Denver's Drop Dead, Gorgeous, who follow this sonic approach closely on their sophomore full-length, 2009's The Hot N' Heavy. As evidenced by the album opening "Killing a Classic," the lead-off single, "Two Birds, One Stone," and the craftily titled "The Internet Killed the Video Star" (for you young people out there, it's a take-off on the Buggles' 1979 new wave classic, "Video Killed the Radio Star"), Drop Dead, Gorgeous sounds identical to all the other bands mining similar sonic terrain -- with not much separating them from the rest of the pack. ~ Greg Prato, All Music Guide
As many highly touted young bands have discovered the hard way, getting thousands of fair-weather MySpace friends to actually buy your album in, like, record stores, is anything but a given. In fact, it's virtually impossible -- even when there's a cleverly placed comma in your band name, and strategically coiffed commas of hair falling seductively over your be-pimpled teenage brows -- both features which apply to Denver, CO's Drop Dead, Gorgeous, incidentally. Not that the sextet is prone to exploiting their cuteness as much as most of their post-emo brethren, and, indeed, more accessible elements like the odd patch of melody (see "Girl, Are You on Your..."), soaring chorus ("Knife vs. Face Round 1"), and stark piano (used all over the place) seem more like afterthoughts for them. Instead, more typical In Vogue tracks like "E.R.," "Marietta," and the title cut spend much of their time bashing out extreme metal breakdowns and borderline math-rock musicianship, twitching and convulsing across the silver screen like so many brain-starved zombies. Mix this up with a pair of vocalists alternately screeching like a deranged Muppet and mewling like your whiny ex-girlfriend, and it's evident that Drop Dead, Gorgeous are more preoccupied with freaking out than writing music. No wonder the MySpace kids didn't put their money where their mouse was. ~ Eduardo Rivadavia, All Music Guide