Count Your Blessings

Before stadium tours, genre-blending records, and mainstream acceptance, Bring Me The Horizon was something far more primal. With Count Your Blessings, their 2006 debut, they emerged not as architects of modern rock but as chaotic instigators of a raw and ruthless deathcore scene. This album isn’t interested in melody, nuance, or accessibility—its purpose is violence. And in that regard, it delivers with terrifying efficiency.

From the moment "Pray for Plagues" launches, the listener is thrown into a whirlwind of tremolo riffs, blast beats, and Oli Sykes’ throat-shredding shrieks. There’s little time to breathe, no ambient intros or careful builds—just relentless aggression. Tracks like “Tell Slater Not to Wash His Dick” and “Black & Blue” epitomize the youthful energy and reckless abandon that defined this era of the band. Guitars churn like a chainsaw, drums alternate between relentless speed and brutal breakdowns, and the lyrics? They’re often nihilistic, crude, and drenched in youthful angst.

Critics of Count Your Blessings have long pointed to its lack of technical sophistication or compositional maturity. And they’re right—this is not a record for audiophiles or those seeking depth. But it’s precisely this unfiltered rage and DIY spirit that gives the album its cult appeal. BMTH wasn’t trying to be profound—they were trying to be loud, fast, and dangerous.

What makes Count Your Blessings notable, even nearly two decades later, is how it captures a moment in time. It’s the sound of Myspace-era metalcore, where hair was teased, jeans were tight, and breakdowns were king. BMTH would go on to evolve dramatically—flirting with electronic music, pop, and polished arena rock—but this album is a fossilized snapshot of their most unhinged, underground form.

It's divisive, obnoxious, and messy—but for many fans, it's a foundational piece of 2000s metalcore. Love it or loathe it, Count Your Blessings was never meant to be ignored.