If my best friend was part of Megara, I’d still tell them that 11:11 was a bad song. 

From word go, this song is an all out attack on the senses. An unsolicited one, at that. There should be a boundary between each verse and chorus, instead the lines are blurred at a difficult volume. 

There are some otherwise lovely flecks of Spanish guitar in the bridge and it’s a nice nod to the band’s Spanish origin, but in this assault of a song it’s just a jarring transition. 

11:11 isn’t an authentic rock song; it’s a placeholder.