Showing posts with label Metal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Metal. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

6: Fortress, Innit?



Fortress (2008)
Protest the Hero
Vagrant Records

If you listened to Protest the Hero's first album, A Calculated Use of Sound, you'd expect them to be going nowhere beyond the local hardcore circuit. Quite frankly, it was unremarkable pop-punk with a-dime-a-dozen political attitudes. If you were then to move on to their 'proper' debut, Kezia you'd think to yourself "Holy fuck". It was described as Metalcore by some and it was described as Emo by others, but jesus christ that album was musically complex. Personally, I hate the aesthetic on that album, but I love the music and that's really saying something.

When Protest the Hero announced that their latest album, Fortress, would be a departure from their previous sound, that was a very, very good sign. Nothing could really have prepared me for what Fortress had in store. It takes influence from not only almost every sub-genre of metal, but from Jazz, Classical and even Dub Reggae. What's more is that it manages to integrate these styles fluidly into a sound that is uniquely their own. Nothing is here 'for the sake of it'; every riff and nuance seems perfectly in place. They knew where to draw the line in genre-experimentation and retained a compositional elegance to go with their tongue in cheek way of going about things. Add to this that each member is virtuoso at their instrument and you can easily imagine the scale of technicality on show. The only aspect of the instrumentation which is questionable, is the falsetto vocals of Rody Walker. In my opinion, he is an incredibly versatile vocalist, whose delivery is absolutely flawless. But that's precisely it; that's my opinion, and when it comes to this band, nothing seems to divide people more than his vocals. My guess is that the reason for this is a sort of macho "falsetto = gay" attitude among many metal fans. At any rate, his technical ability can only be praised, regardless of any personal qualms. While his prevailing style is falsetto crooning, he is capable of from death grunts, growls and screaming, straight into some of the most astounding clean vocals I've ever heard from a male.

When it comes to the rest of the band, everything is seemingly perfect for the job. While they are accused of "Yngwie Malmsteen Syndrome" (i.e. non-stop technical wank) I doubt you could find a single passage in the album in which there is a solo. The band is constantly working as a streamlined and efficient unit. Song structure will never be sacrificed for technicality, and it is this aspect that sets them further apart from Yngwie Malmsteen than most bands. The fact is that virtuosity does not equal musical masturbation so long as it's used cleverly. I'd consider a guitar solo in an Arctic Monkey song "wanky" not due to the technicality (or lack therof) but due to the fact that it's just been placed there for the sake of it. Moving on, Fortress is a concept album, although lyrically no longer politically charged. They've grown up since Kezia. Fortress is philosophically charged, making statements about the nature of language, the diminishing role of the goddess within religion and the inherent violence of our species.

The lyrics, framed by the music, creates one of the most satisfying listening experiences I've ever had. In fact the only aspect of this album that let's me down at all is the production. It's too damn clean. Every blip and crack has been removed from their sound. For such visceral and human music, it's far too perfect. I would kill for this album to be remastered with the production of Kezia. 
But that is essentially a small gripe that I have with an otherwise flawless album. It's honestly one of the most exciting albums I've ever heard, and when I imagine what Protest the Hero will be capable of by the release of the next album? There aren't words.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

3: Leo's Summer Mega-Mix '09

I've been thinking about the best way to spread the word about obscure/not so obscure (but equally good) music via the 2, maybe 3 people that have read this web log and I came to a conclusion; I must complile the ultimate summer mega-compilation booster pack, and redeem those who have not tasted the glory of multi-genre-spanning insanity art.

So here it is in all it's flavours and shapes (flavoursome it is, but certainly not square)

LEO'S SUMMER MEGA-MIX '09
Tracklistings

01. Laser Bitch (Genghis Tron)
02. 6b Panorama (Aesop Rock)
03. Father O'Blivion (Frank Zappa)
04. Legs (Massacre)
05. Assassins (Lightning Bolt)
06. 4ft Car (Chris Morris)
07. Mt. Saint Michel Mix+St. Michaels Mount (Aphex Twin)
08. Dali's Car (Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band)
09. De Anza Jig (Primus)
10. Nero's Intention (Lye By Mistake)



There it is. An ultra-collection of noises and tid-bits for you ears to swallow, and your brain to digest. I may do this again, I may never post on this blog ever again. Who knows.

1: Centralia and that

First post on my new web log. 

Hi.


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I think I'll review one of my favourite albums for the sake of something to do. 


Here you go.




Centralia (2007)
Car-Bomb
Relapse Records


Centralia, the debut of the aptly named Car Bomb (a band who by their own admission are akin to "a jet engine propelling gravel into your skull"), is damn near perfect. It's 32 minutes of flawlessly crafted, incredibly well written, technical... something. Unlike 90% of bands you'll hear, it's nearly impossible to glean many influences from listening to their music alone (they list Bjork and Meshuggah as amongst their favourites)so you need to think up long contrived, and slightly comedic sentences to try to do them justice. Think Experimental-Metal meets Hardcore and Faith No More in a crack den run by Carl Jung and Dante Alighieri and you're in the right mindset. From the opening drum roll of Pieces of You, the album launches into a series of seriously spazzed out, yet totally cohesive math-metal vignettes on the subject of existance. Basically, if you enjoy getting punched in the face with wisdom, you'll love these guys.

Highlights include the 28 second long Rid (Pure, stop-start calculated noise), the almost-rapped vocals of Cellophane Stilletto and Best Intentions, the sheer insanity of His Eyes and (in my opinion) the bands centrepiece; that freaky harmonic thing the guitarist does throughout the album. I have no clue how he does it, but it adds this intense, frenetic energy to the music in all the right places, most notably towards the end of Hypnotic Worm. Pure musical gold.

As continuing my attempt to describe to the music in words could never be truely do it many favours, let's focus on the lyics for a moment;

Caught up in a frenzy like rats crawling on there belly
Staying low to the ground to escape the hundred-million K

Reasoning technology has never soothed the taste of ease
That's running from our lips to blind us in our greedy eyes

Force us to pave the blind shroud of hell.

This machine was built from the 
Metal that we scraped 
After the last world war
Hunger for blood
During peace time
Advance
(Best Intetions)

Now, I'm not sure how many of you listen to metal, but if you want a frame of reference to gauge these lyrics by;
 
Do I have the strength to know how I'll go? 
Can I find it inside to do what I should have known? 
Do I have the strength to know how I'll go? 
Can I find it inside to do what I should have known? 

My lifestyle determines my deathstyle 
(Life is pain) 
Rising tide pushes to the other side 
(Life is pain) 
My lifestyle determines my deathstyle 
(Life is pain) 
Rising tide pushes to the other side 
(It's all the same) 
(Frantic from Metallica's best selling St. Anger album)

Ok, I'll admit that Metallica never really stood a chance here, but I figured I should probably contrast Car Bomb's virtually unknown ode-to-an-atom-bomb to a single that got to #21 in the US Billboard's top 200 chart. I'm unsure whether or not that's a testament to the writing prowess of chaps in Car-Bomb, or a damning piece of evidence against the intelligence of the general population of the US...

At any rate the album's best moment happens to be it's last. The final track HN51 (named for the strain of bird-flu that may kill us all [Metallica reference hurrr]) is perhaps one of the most haunting pieces of music I have ever heard in my life. It the first half consists of a rather flowery description of the symptoms that the eponymous disease entails, drawled rhythmically over a guitar sounds like a swarm of locusts, coming to fuck you up. The piece climaxes (and ends) with the vocalist screaming at you, with balls out;

The ending is coming prepare for the eradication
The ending is coming
Annihilation coming

With sentiments of finality and futile apocalyptic-desperation, I could honestly not think of a better ending to that album, nor to this review.