Starting life as the most competent Misfits tribute band to not actually play Misfits songs, San Francisco Bay Area punks A.F.I. have not only discovered how to write their own snarling melodies, but have developed the confidence to play them without a cloak. Sing the Sorrow marks the band�s first major-label release and the difference from their indie albums is in the details: songs freely shift gears and tempos, singer Davey Havoc flexes his pristine vocal abilities by breaking into the occasional falsetto, and sugary tracks like "The Leaving Song" and "The Great Disappointment" now take a place next to more standard nuclear-charged mosh-pit fare like "Bleed Black" and "Dancing Through Sunday." Longtime fans might take it like a kick to the head, but this band is clearly moving toward bigger things.  4/5 - Aidin Vaziri, Amazon.com

What can I say this CD is everything I expected and more.  AFI has again completely changed their sound. You can't even categorize them anymore. This cd is very mellow to anything they have done before, but when they do go even a little hard, OMG it's fucking amazing. Songs like "Paper Airplanes (Makeshift Wings)" & "Dancing Through Sunday" are, in my opinion, they best songs on this album. But their slower, more laid back songs, such as "The Leaving Song Pt.II" & "The Leaving Song" are put together so well it won't even matter. It's obvious throughtout the album that AFI experimented with a lot of different songs in this new album. But nothing negative came out of it, all it did was make each song better. And yes, it does seem that this album is made for main stream music, which honestly I don't like, but will have to accept. I mean who better to lead a revolution in the sound of music, cause lets be honest the way music is right now, I'd rather Dance In Misery, than listen to another Simple Plan or Sum 41 song on MTV. So do yourself a favor and go out there and buy yourself another great AFI.  9/10 - Scott, PunkandJunk.com

Welcome to AFI's nightmare.  Sing the Sorrow is a dark planet that refracts various strains of rock, from punk to hardcore to metal to mope rock, and beckons everyone to twist and shout along as the whole shit house burns.  Cheery, indeed -- but somehow AFI (the name stands for A Fire Inside) make abandoning all hope sound so inviting.  7/10 - Robert Cherry, Rolling Stone

Co-produced by Jerry Finn (Rancid, Green Day, Jawbreaker) and Butch Vig (Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins), Sing The Sorrow retains AFI's signature aggression and pathos--forging ever forward into uncharted territory like the virtuoso guitar intro of "The Leaving Song Pt. 2" or the industrial-leaning break and Dead Can Dance-worthy outro of "Death Of Seasons". Meanwhile, from its sublime intro through beautifully subdued verses and infectious choruses, first radio track "Girl's Not Grey" is a standout that both recalls AFI coming into its own on 2000's The Art Of Drowning and hints at a myriad of future directions. For the purists, "Dancing Through Sunday" and "Bleed Black" come strapped with generous chant-along opportunities and heavy-as-hell, bolt-tight riffs and rhythms. And as with virtually every track on Sing The Sorrow, these are all imbued with alternately brooding and celebratory lyrical imagery of rebirth, resurrection, apocalypse, all somehow deeply personal--in other words, classic AFI.  - Buy.com

Punk bands really can grow up. A decade ago, AFI was just another bunch of hyperactive wisenheimers griping about Cap'n Crunch and mohawk-phobic moms.  Four albums later, the group has evolved into one of punk's most sophisticated acts.  Its big-label debut is a well-crafted mix of hardcore bluster, determined melody and anthemic grandness that boasts depth and texture rarely heard from the Warped Tour ilk.  "Bleed Black" and "Death of Seasons" churn and burn, and the "Whoa, we dance in misery" chorus from "Dancing Through Sunday" is eerily moshable.  To boot, when hunky, mascara-clad Davey Havok spills his soul on the epic "The Great Disappointment," it aches with gothic melancholy.  You should thank his mom for not letting him have that mohawk.  A-  - Eonline.com