Blood on My Hands — The Used

This is the sound of raw nerves and open wounds, channeled into a furious, yet meticulously crafted, rock anthem. "Blood on My Hands" hits with the force of a confession screamed from the rooftops, blending the melodic hooks The Used are known for with an undeniable, visceral aggression.

It's for those moments when you need to confront your demons, or simply let loose with an unbridled surge of emotional energy. Own this if you crave music that understands the weight of regret and the power of catharsis, delivered with the urgency of early 2000s emo and post-hardcore.

Moments Worth Listening For

The sudden, explosive transition from a relatively subdued verse into the full-throttle, screamed chorus, showcasing Bert McCracken's signature vocal intensity.

A particularly intricate and powerful drum fill that punctuates a pre-chorus build-up, adding to the track's driving momentum.

The searing, melodic yet aggressive guitar solo that emerges mid-track, providing a brief moment of instrumental virtuosity amidst the vocal urgency.

The final, layered vocal harmonies in the outro, providing a lingering sense of melancholic resolution after the track's raw energy.

Where This Album Departs

How does Blood on My Hands sound next to the rest of The Used's catalogue?

This album stays in step with the catalogue across the board — no axis departs enough to be worth its own note. Hover the dots to see where each one sits.

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