Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Year in Review - the Releases of August 2013

Watain – The Wild Hunt
Genre: Black Metal
         Following the praise and ire their malevolent 2011 opus Lawless Darkness drew, Watain were deemed guilty of the gravest sin the black metal community could muster – the Swedish outfit had abandoned their underground roots and done the abominable: sold out. A signing with Century Media seemed to confirm this notion, and this August The Wild Hunt provided the final nail in the coffin that the band have ascended beyond their orthodox, by-the-books approach to black metal and put a new, intense spin on it.
            To be completely fair, it was a move everyone should have seen coming, and while the Wild Hunt's decidedly un-trve elements are up in your face as much as possible, instead of lurking in the background as they were on Lawless Darkness, Watain's transformation has been going on since 2007. With the exception of their pummelling first two releases, Watain's music has swapped the murky for the epic, and the Wild Hunt makes this abundantly clear from the start – with the instrumental introduction 'Night Vision' building in eerie majesty to a heart-throbbing climax before segueing to the equally excellent 'De Profundis', which is one of Watain's only throwbacks to their earlier material (the other being 'Sleepless Evil').
             With the Wild Hunt, Watain inch every so slightly more outside of the well-travelled terrain of trve black metal, and to their credit succeed very well, given since their inception the band has been devoted to maintaining the danger of black metal's beginnings. And, to be honest, the Wild Hunt does danger and trepidation a lot well than previous Watain outings, which were all about murky, lo-fi instrumentals and occult imagery. The piercing blackness and hate suffusing this record are undeniable as, on tracks like 'Sleeping Evil' or 'De Profundis' the band uses malevolent, ringing clean guitar to accentuate and slowly mount the horrible tension. It's in this new approach to songwriting that new Watain records really shine the brightest – while Casus Luciferi was fun, it was fairly nondescript by-the-books black metal. If you wanted something more, that's where the Wild Hunt delivers.
              There's a sense of dark power pulling you along the corridors of this record – 'All That May Bleed', the record's debut single, is a catchy, mighty odyssey while the title track is slow, blasphemous, and features clean guitars ringing effervescently in the gloom. Even the much-discussed 'They Rode On', which can only be called an 80s ballad, is a dark cosmic story of gods whirling and dying through space and time. Erik Danielsson's clean vocals are used sparsely but tastefully to heighten the epic taste and borderline NWOBHM obtuseness that pervades the passages of the Wild Hunt.
          There's a whole host of interesting ideas and influences that Watain drag into the abyss with them on this record – from the borderline catchiness of songs like 'Outlaw' and 'Black Flames March' to the aforementioned clean vocals of 'the Wild Hunt' and 'They Rode On', the Wild Hunt features the band at their most versatile and definitely most memorable.
           One of the record's most commendable qualities, though, isn't its refreshing and awesome textures and ideas, but the fact that each of these songs is pretty damn amazing. Even when the grooves of 'Outlaw' are done, and it's a return to the unorthodox structures of previous Watain outings, the intricacies of the music, and the constant back-and-forth of the bass and guitarwork carries this record through sheer force of axe. For fans of Watain's newer material, or for those looking to get into Watain in general, the Wild Hunt is a very good place to start or continue.
Notable Songs: 'All That May Bleed', 'Sleepless Evil', 'Holocaust Dawn'.

Avenged Sevenfold – Hail to the King
Genre: Heavy Metal/NWOAHM

        The kings of nu-80s bombast and drawing the scorn and hatred of metal purists returned this summer after a three year silence, the loss of their drummer Jimmy Sullivan in late 2009, and the awful whinefest that was their 2010 record Nightmare. Avenged Sevenfold's progression from another uninteresting Californian metalcore band to one of the most well-known and recognized rock bands is, while commendable in its own right, not totally without fault.
          Since 2005's stellar City of Evil, the band have scaled back both most of their more inflammatory metal accoutrements – unclean vocals, abrasive instrumentals, and religiously charged imagery - in lieu of more radio-friendly melody and Guns N Roses worship. And then, in 2010, A7X fans were treated to a barrage of poorly executed and strung-together ideas and pessimistic grumbling. Thus, it was with fairly low expectations that I approached Hail to the King, the band's newest effort and their first with drummer Aren Ilejay, and while I was pleasantly surprised, there's still a lot of ground to be broken by the band before they're back on par with City of Evil.
           I can't say much about Ilejay because, quite simply, his drumming on the record isn't nearly as technical as Sullivan's was – 'Doing Time' is a relatively mid-tempo 80s salute, replete with rambling guitar solos, courtesy of Brian “Synyster Gates” Haner and lyrics about drinking too much. Ilejay's role in the band is to support, not lead as Sullivan did. And that's not entirely his fault – Hail to the King has the band finally embracing their groovy, Motorhead-shocked influences.

          It's the band's first outing where they aren't singing about personal struggles to appeal to the average thirteen year old, and while that's commendable, Hail to the King never flirts with anything other than total accessibility – you'll see no bizarre variations in song structures or riffs that go too far. That's not to say the songwriting is bad – in fact, Hail to the King could very well be the band's best in a few ways (well, maybe not as good as Waking the Fallen, but still), it's just that it's a highly predictable record.
         And that's fine, because this is a band meant for an average metal dabbler or music fan in general – the kind of guy who stops at Iron Maiden because it's 'too loud'. Hail to the King is catchy, epic to the point of cheese, and while the drums are far too loud (as I mentioned on my review), they do add to the nod-along quality of the record – an important quality for a band going for accessibility.
           But as much as I'm praising the band for their accessible, NWOBHM-studded approach to music, it remains that A7X are very good at producing not very interesting music. This isn't music to enjoy for all of its intricacies and sheer genius – it's music for the gym, for driving to work, or for getting up in the morning. That both helps and detracts – all music has its own place, but when you start looking deeper at this music is when it starts to fall apart. It's an unfortunate shortcoming, but Hail to the King wasn't designed with a music nerd like me in mind.
          As mentioned before, Hail to the King, as should be evident from its name, is a departure from the previous lyricisms of its predecessors in that it embraces exactly what the band have been touting for years – and does it pretty damn well at that. 'Crimson Day''s intro could be from a Judas Priest Song, and the Maiden influence on songs like 'Heretic' or 'Planets' is so conspicuous you could cut it with a knife. I'm fairly confident that if A7X stick to the track they're currently on with this record, they'll find a place in the hearts of NWOBHM fans someday. If you're in the mood for mindless jams, look no further, but otherwise you might want to look somewhere else.
Notable Tracks: 'Shepherd of Fire', 'Doing Time', 'Coming Home'.

Born of Osiris – Tomorrow We Die Δlive
Genre: Deathcore/Djent
           If the unnecessarily dumb delta in the album title doesn't tell you, Born of Osiris are one of those djent bands that think if they hide behind scientific terms they'll somehow stop being a fairly uninteresting deathcore band whose fifteen minutes of fame are up. Indeed, if you were following the scene in 2011 you'll remember fans frothing at the mouth for the band's only bearable album The Discovery. It was actually a very well-done album – one of the best of that year – but not long after, guitar virtuoso Jason Richardson quit the band to play for Chelsea Grin (but even he couldn't save the abortion that was Evolve from being horrible, but I digress). Richardson cited personal differences and the fact that everyone else in BOO was high off their ass all the time, and if you listen to Tomorrow We Die Alive, you can't blame him.
           To begin – the title. It's not clever, epic, or anything less than silly. Read it a few times – it's syntactically devoid of meaning. Now, jamming words together to make metal album titles isn't an uncommon occurance – Dimmu Borgir's Enthrone Darkness Triumphant springs to mind immediately as a word jumble title. But unlike BOO, at least Enthrone makes some sort of sense – darkness, who is triumphant, is upon a throne. Tomorrow We Die Alive? What? 'Die' is a verb, you have to use an adverb to modify it, dipshits.
          Regardless, with Tomorrow We Die Alive the truth that Richardson's guitar has carried the rest of the band these past few years becomes painstakingly clear. This record is up to its chest in djent cliches – symphonic synths, uninspired chugging, monotonous vocals about vague scientific concepts and, every now and then, a swept arpeggio or two to remind you that, guys, they're real technical. Intro 'MΔchine' (again with the goddamn delta) is about four minutes of torturously slow buildup to the same lick with a generic 0-0-00-00 breakdown or four thrown in for good measure.
         Tomorrow We Die Alive feels half-assed at best, and downright boring and repetitive at worst. Not even the percussion of Cameron Losch, whose ridiculous, off-kilter skin beating in the Discovery doesn't make a return – instead we're treated to a plethora of songs in the same tempo that do exactly the same thing, except occasionally with a dubstep or electronic wobble thrown in for extra stupid. It feels like the ambitious outlook the band had on the Discovery has evaporated, and the band have regressed to the less interesting style of A Higher Place.
           That's not to say this record is totally devoid of goodness, but at its best it barely scratches the most mediocre of The Discovery. 'Divergency' features some tight grooves, even if the correct word is 'divergence', idiots, and comprises one of the record's highest points. 'ExhilΔrΔte' (seriously, get over yourselves) has vocalist Ronnie Canizaro displaying his most variable range on the record, and the synths actually give the music a bit of a cool feeling. It's not very memorable, but it's better than most of the record. 'Δbsolution' features clean guitars in the background, tight grooves, airy passages, and tons of variation, making it easily the record's best song.
           The most glaring error with Tomorrow We Die Alive, though, isn't BOO's bold trajectory into nowhere, but the fact that they're trying to play uninspired deathcore and djent at the same time – it's clear that they think that if they mix the less technical aspects of djent with the chug and rumble of deathcore that they'll have a winning formula. Well, as monumental as it may be, djent is a derivative of deathcore, so all BOO are playing is deathcore with a different guitar tone, and not even well at that. With the exception of a song or two, this record is best skipped over.
Notable Tracks: 'Divergency', 'Δbsolution', 'The Origin'.

Primitive Man – Scorn (Reissue)
Genre: Doom Metal/Noise
        With a sound that's best described as being run over by a very slow-moving train, Denver-based doom outfit Primitive Man erupted into being this summer with their hideous, soul-crushing debut Scorn. Taking cues from monstrous doom metal, feral crust punk, and ear-shredding pure noise, Scorn is an absolute mammoth of a record, with bass tones monumental enough to flatten a building. From the get-go, the band wastes no time in slamming you with suffocatingly dense pure sound. With all guns blazing and tuned to Drop Hell, the title track's sadistic and brief moment of melody is immediately eclipsed by a return to agony as feedback screeches discordantly crash back all around you. The last three minutes of its eleven minute fallout push heaviness to impossibly new highs, with reality converging to one very small, impossibly packed point as Ethan McCarthy bellows “SCORN! REVENGE! HATE! RUIN! SCOOOOOOOOOORN!
          With ten eviscerating songs to transform your eardrums into bloody pulp, Scorn was actually released last year independently, but as the band signed to Relapse this summer, their debut saw the light of day and rose to popularity as potentially the year's most mind-crushingly heavy record. With the title track offering a quick and filthy introduction to the record's formula, the band play their way through doom-like riffing laced with the grime and sweat of crust punk. 'Rags', for example, echoes hardcore punk in its chunky, methodical vivisection of an intro before lapsing into horribly slow vocal passages.
 
         It's a formula that Primitive Man tweak ever-so-slightly as Scorn stomps down ever harder. With melodic sections the only flourish in the painful delirium, Primitive Man's approach to doom is to strip it down until the only thing that remains is pure sound. With vast swathes of nothing but drums or reverb, Scorn can begin to drag at points as nothing really happens. Fortunately, the band is quick to return with a new riff or, when they're feeling particularly cruel, a subtle change in feedback frequency. In many ways it can barely be called music, and feels closer to pure harsh noise – 'I Can't Forget' is three minutes of tinny, static sound accompanied by the equally ferocious lyrics “They do not understand your pain. Educate them.
          Scorn is music meant to hurt. There's no sense of experimentation a la Portal or Torturing Nurse, rather, Primitive Man are all about finding out exactly what makes your head throb and blowing that up a thousandfold. There is no solace or shelter here – even at its fastest ('Antietam') Scorn still as thick as molasses and as heavy as a bulldozer lying flat on your head. I'm no novice to crusty doom, but in terms of unique approach Primitive Man stand unparalleled – and it takes a lot of courage to willingly torture your listeners this much. 
          This album is not for the average Black Sabbath fan or for your friend who jams out to Lamb of God. Nor is this even for that dude you know who jocks Darkthrone, although you're getting closer. Primitive Man's debut is for people with a bone to pick and a disregard for approachability – it's extreme art at its most taxing and suffocating. It's a slog to get through to be sure, but for as much as it is the soundtrack to a high fever, its ingenuity points to a bright future for this gang of degenerates.

Blessthefall – Hollow Bodies
Genre: Metalcore
       I really, really, really shouldn't like this record. I made a pact to myself before I started this clusterfuck of a countdown that I wouldn't touch on the huge wave of mediocrity Warped inevitably forces down everyone's throat this summer, but my love of Blessthefall's 2009 Witness ultimately drew me to their newest record Hollow Bodies.
        It's almost admirable how squarely Blessthefall has hit on every single metalcore stereotype, cramming as many as possible on this miserable little record as possible. A cute vocalist only for cleans? Check. Breakdowns at a dime-a-dozen? Check. Self-important lyrics about helping yourself? Check check fucking check.
        So why the everlasting fuck is Hollow Bodies so impossible to hate? With the exception of the fairly run-of-the-mill 'all guns blazing' introduction 'Exodus' and the banal 'You Wear a Crown But You're No King', Blessthefall's newest is a return to the formula that made Witness one of the best scene albums of the 2000s. It's intense but never verging on unnecessary, catchy as the plague, and while Blessthefall remain loathe to abandon cliches, add just enough inter-song variety to keep your attention riveted.

       'Buried in These Walls' gives singer Beau Bokan space to sing his heart out as the other instruments retreat behind the now-hackneyed 'quiet/piano' metalcore break. In any case, the band haven't really done it before and it's kinda nice to know that Bokan remains one of the few vocalists in the scene not to resort to autotune. 'See You on the Outside' has promise, starting with a fairly classic -core riff, but the addition of a forced breakdown (or two) spoils what would have been one of the record's most forward-thinking additions. 'Youngbloods' could easily have been a great metalcore song, but a mosh call in the form of 'You're just a BITCH!' made me groan aloud.
          Blessthefall are at their best when they aren't constantly moving between Bokan's cleans and Jared Warth's uncleans. Hollow Bodies is a fairly nose-to-the-grindstone heavy album, and Bokan's vocals feel out of place 4/5 times they're used, with the band opting for a slight melodic lilt whenever he starts singing to ruin the song. What made Witness so memorable and 2011's Awakening so forgettable was that the former was far more intense, and while Hollow Bodies is a return to that formula, the goof-ups of Awakening remain.
I really want Blessthefall to be good. They have the potential and the ability as musicians, but they seem unwilling to rise above anything but mediocrity. So many of the songs on Hollow Bodies start out with me thinking 'this is really good!' but then a curveball comes in the form of a worn-out trope and I immediately get discouraged. Jake Luhrs' (August Burns Red) appearance on 'Carry On' is so blatantly a marketing move that I audibly sighed.
         There's not much that can save this record from being anything but totally derivative, but damn if it isn't fun. For as uninteresting and redundant as Blessthefall are in everything, they're pretty damn good at writing hooks. If you're not grooving out to at least one of these songs by the end of a run through Hollow Bodies, then you're clearly more trve than I am. Not worth listening to unless you're either masochistic or a fan of the stuff, but well worth it if you are.
Notable Tracks: 'The Sound of Starting Over', 'Standing on the Ashes', 'Open Water'.



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