Humangled – Prodromes of a Flatline


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While Italian death metal has never been able to get a word in edgeways when competing with its rivals from Sweden or the USA, the genre is in ruder health these days due to the international success of acts such as Fleshgod Apocalypse and Hour of Penance. This resurgence in fortunes has led to a few old hands reforming for another crack of the whip and Tuscan stalwarts Humangled are one of them. Prodromes of a Flatline (Bakerteam) is the group’s second effort since 2010’s Fractal (Abyss) turned a few heads. So is it enough to gain them a seat at the big boys table?

Unfortunately the answer is a definite no. While their strand of death metal certainly packs a punch, most noticeably on opening track ‘Liberté, Égalité, Brutalité’, there is not only too little going on throughout Prodromes of a Flatline to merit repeated spins, but crucially nothing to make the band stand out from the crowd. There’s not enough of the technicality of Nile, the brutality of Cryptopsy or the catchiness of Deicide, so we are left with a rather unappetising lumpen stew of the most bog standard elements of death metal, bereft of flavour and passion.

Too often it feels that the band is just going through the motions, often with some rather forced and clumsy transitions between parts that really should have been ironed out in the recording studio. At worst they come across as simply derivative as on the Death-aping ‘Intimacy Curse’ and God knows what possessed them to record such a horrible cover of ‘To Mega Therion’ and tack it on the end of the record. At best they’re a support band that tries hard for twenty-five minutes with the occasional half-catchy riff. However, in this day and age, it’s certainly not worth reforming for

 

5.0/10

 

JAMES CONWAY


Failure – The Heart is a Monster


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L.A. Alternative Rock trio Failure never quite made it the same way some of their cohorts did. In another world, they could have been as big as Soundgarden, Smashing Pumpkins or even touring buddies Tool. Alas, it wasn’t to be and the band parted ways in 1997.

Fast forward to today, however, and Failure are back with a new album. Crowdfunded via PledgeMusic, The Heart is a Monster (INresidence) is the band’s first album in 19 years – and first since 1996’s critically acclaimed Fantastic Planet (Slash).  The trio – Ken Andrews [vocals, guitar, bass], Greg Edwards [guitar, bass, keyboards] and Kellii Scott [drums] – have rustled up an hour long journey of retro grunge/alt rock.

A combination of new tracks and recordings of songs that actually predate the band’s 1992 debut, the album fits in well with the group’s legacy without sycophantic rehashing, but also lacks focus. The album’s 18 tracks clock in at just over an hour and with six short ambient-style instrumental interludes, there’s an excessive amount of fat that could have been trimmed.

Considering the personnel involved, it’s no great surprise the band blend the quieter moments of Queens of the Stone Age and A Perfect Circle, and when it’s good, it’s an enjoyable journey, managing to be abrasive and challenging without being aggressive. The likes of ‘Hot Traveller’ or ‘Atom City Queen’ blends darkly melodic with dissonant guitars and wouldn’t have sounded out of place on QOTSA’s …Like Clockwork (Matador) ‘The Focus’ is as close to a straight rock song as they get, while ‘I can See Houses’ could almost pass for shoegaze.

However there’s also plenty of moments that are largely uninspiring or plain forgettable. The likes of ‘Otherwhere’ feels like filler while ‘Come Crashing’ sounds like soft grunge that wouldn’t have stood out back in the 90s. Overall, it’s a dense and at times tiring listen while the large number of ‘Segue’ instrumentals become fatiguing, especially in the final third of the record.

Though it will no doubt please the fans who have been waiting almost a lifetime for a new record, I can’t say I’m overly impressed. Maybe I’m missing the nostalgia factor, but this is a really disappointing listen. After a gestation period to rival Chinese Democracy (Geffen), The Heart is a Monster is mostly underwhelming, and slightly depressing.

 

7.0/10

 

DAN SWINHOE


The Other – Fear Itself


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The Other is a German band that plays Horror Punk, a brilliant combination of happy Punk, Rock, and Metal music and horror-movie lyrics, and Fear Itself (Steamhammer/SPV) is their sixth studio album. With a line-up change that saw two new band members join the ranks of The Other, the musical styles are more diverse, ranging from Goth Rock and Power Metal to the regular Punk sound. Rod Usher’s vocals, while having a very different tone of voice, as often sung in a style similar to Volbeat.

After the mysterious intro ‘Fear Itself’, the album proper opens with ‘Nie Mehr’, a German-sung Hard Rock and Metal extravaganza, with enough melodiousness that it would make a great sing-along at a concert. ‘Black Sails Against A Midnight Sky’ also has a great shout-along chorus. The vocals, and especially backing vocals, in both ‘Dreaming of the Devil’ and ‘Doll Island’ are slightly on the edge, but this turns out to have rather a good stylistic effect for the genre.

One of my favourite songs on this album is ‘The Price You Play’, which combines Power Metal and Punk to create a cheerful but full sound; the chorus is especially fun with staccato guitars and sweeping vocals, and the bridge has the same kind of creepy vibe that Oomph! is especially good at. Another highlight is ‘Funeral March’, while a lot of the songs of this album can be construed as relatively normal songs, ‘Funeral March’ is really out and out in its lyrics and vocal style.

Throughout much of album the drumming is punk and the guitars metal, but ‘Animal Instinct’ is pure punk with horror lyrics, reminiscent of The Living End in its boundless energy and bass lines. If you like your music loud and energetic and your horror movies cheesy, then you’ll probably enjoy the living daylights out of this album.

 

7.5/10

 

LORRAINE LYSEN


Being As An Ocean – Being As An Ocean


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After forming in 2012, Being As An Ocean have quickly built up a reputation of playing intense live shows and creating passionate music. Their latest self-titled album (In Vogue Records/Impericon) further demonstrates their capabilities as a powerful melodic hardcore band, and it is easy to see why they have gained so many fans in such a short space of time.

First track ‘Little Richie’ instantly grabs your attention: the melodic opening leads perfectly into heavy riffs and hard-hitting lyrics. Joel Quartuccio’s vocals are as passionate as ever, allowing the listener to fully engage with the music. The synth-like breakdown may seem like a strange addition, but it actually works really well and proves that Being As An Ocean are not afraid to try something new.

One of the most impressive songs on the album is ‘Saint Peter’, which is a four minute emotional and engaging journey. There is something almost cathartic about this song, which may be due to the fusion of spoken word and harmonic vocals. The lyrics are thoughtful and well-written, which is just one of the reasons why Being As An Ocean’s new album is so successful.

If you are a fan of bands such as Rise Against, Hundredth and Stick To Your Guns, then Being As An Ocean’s new album is definitely for you. Even if you are not a huge fan of melodic hardcore this album may surprise you, especially as every song sounds unique and full of passion. It is hard for bands to convey energy through recorded music, however, Being As An Ocean have managed to do it with ease.

 

8.5/10

 

JULIA CONOPO


The Sixxis – Hollow Shrine


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The Sixxis have been gaining attention for some time, and now we finally see what they are capable of with their debut LP Hollow Shrine (Glassview Records). Produced by David Botrill (Tool, Muse) Hollow Shrine presents a core sound of progressive rock, yet it seems the band’s multiple influences have blended into one. Preventing their music from being just a one trick pony. It’s an album that many people may enjoy regardless of what their usual cup of tea is when it comes to rock and metal.

Hollow Shrine has many facets to it. Songs like ‘Waste of Time’ is pure prog rock with a soaring violin solo performed by front man Vladdy Iskhakov. Then we have ‘Long Ago’. The prog rock feel is there, but they’ve also incorporated a southern rock groove for an interesting combination. The final track ‘Weeping Willow Tree’ with the southern prog sound but is slowed down giving the track a real southern comfort feel. ‘Out Alive’ has more of a prog metal feel. The whole song is just one buildup to the final minute where it really kicks in a finishes with a great guitar solo.

The track that caught my interest the most was ‘Coke Can Steve’. An instrumental track that really showcases all the intrsuments that have managed to remain a presence throughout the entire album. A great prog metal track with each instrument taking center stage at times with drum fills and solos performed by guitars, bass, and violin. Hollow Shrine is finally topped off with Vladdy Iskhakov’s vocal range and ability. At times it may remind you of the late Layne Staley, and other times he hits extended higher or more lower emotional pitches to really get across the emotion or intensity of the music.

I was overall surprised by Hollow Shrine, especially after not being aware of this group. This again feels like an album that many people regardless of their preferred brutality or emotions in music, may enjoy.

7.5/10

DEREK RIX


Jungle Rot – Order Shall Prevail


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Jungle Rot has been one of the most consistent bands in death metal for over two decades. The fact that they are not top of mind when talking about the best American death metal acts is a shame for how hard they have worked. Added to the fact that their thrashy, power-groove flavored style has always harkened back to the earliest death metal years, while current popular tastes favor the more flashy technical bands. All that being equal, Jungle Rot always turns out solid albums, and their new one Order Shall Prevail (Victory) is no different.

The best thing about Jungle Rot is they know where they live and breathe: the grinding, grooving mid-tempo jams that make everyone headbang and mosh. Starting with the Slayer-tastic ‘Doomsday’, they serve notice that yes, the`Rot is back! Vocalist David Matrise’s militaristic howling bark has always stood out to me. The second track ‘Paralyzed Prey’ has an angular riff from guitarist Geoff Bub and some tasty soloing going on as well. ‘Blood Revenge’ is one of the best songs on the album. Just a classic badass cut. It has a maelström of cool parts that get better on every listen. ‘Fight Where You Stand’ is a deathy speed metal jam and features Max Cavalera on guest vocals. The Max connection makes sense since Jungle Rot has clearly been influenced by early Sepultura albums such as Beneath The Remains and Arise (both Roadrunner). Cavalera and Matrise’s two vocal ranges mesh beautifully too, in a too often not heard type of team up for death metal.

As you would imagine, the title track is a claustrophobic feeling affair, warning of a dystopian future not too far off for us. You can almost hear this being a huge sing-a-long song live. Drummer Jesse Beahler, who dominates on this album, is on point here. Other top tracks include ‘The Dread Pestilence’ ‘Cast The First Stone’, and ‘Nuclear Superiority’.

At this point in the game, Jungle Rot is not going to change up the formula too much, yet stay true to themselves. Their straight-ahead approach should help win over fans all summer as they appear on the Victory Records Stage at the Rockstar Energy Drink Mayhem Festival.

7.0/10

KEITH CHACHKES


Steve Von Til – A Life Unto Itself


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Just like Wino, or fellow bandmate Scott Kelly, when taking time off from his day job, Neurosis vocalist/guitarist Steve Von Til likes to stray from metal and dabble in acoustic albums. A Life Unto Itself is Til’s fourth under his own name, following on from 2008’s A Grave is a Grim Horse [both Neurot Recordings]

Much like his previous solo outings, it’s an acoustic album of dark Americana; sometimes folky, sometimes straying into more country territory, but always fuelled by a slow burning melancholy. Accompanying Til’s gravelly baritone are slide and steel guitars, fiddles, piano, plus occasional synths, and the variety of styles and sounds on offer ensure that while the mood rarely lifts it remains a compelling listen throughout.

Whether it’s the haunting seven minutes of the title track, the eerie ‘Night of the Moon’ or the introspective ‘Birch Bark Box’, every track boats layers of subtlety, texture and emotion. Til’s poetic introspection moulds the best of latter day Johnny Cash and Nick Cave and feels very personal, and suit the leaden pace yet sombre atmosphere that Til’s music creates.

While musically Til’s solo material is worlds away from his work with Neurosis, it retains that same crushing feeling of oppression. A Life Unto Itself is a hard, tiring listen and not one for those wanting an acoustic experience to relax to [Wino’s outings with Conny Ochs are far more uplifting in comparison], but it’s a rewarding listen for those willing to revel in the misery.

 

7.5/10

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DAN SWINHOE


Refused – Freedom


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The hotly contested reunion or comeback album. Purists will bitch and list off 40 million reasons why a band should never re-enter the studio after calling it quits. They’ll tarnish their legacy. They can never re-achieve past glories. They’re too old. They’re not the same band anymore.

The list never ends.

And in a way, those points have some merits. After all it has been 17 years since Refused put out the revolutionary The Shape of Punk to Come. A recording that is universally considered classic and difficult to categorize. And shortly after the release of that record, the band imploded capped it off with a fiery press release stating “Refused are Fucking Dead.”

As new album Freedom (Epitaph) clearly points out, they were not fucking dead. After a series of reunion shows in 2012 and 2014, frontman Dennis Lyxzen, guitarist Kristofer Steen, drummer David Sandstrom and bassist Magnus Flagge still had some of that future punk left in them. Best of all, is that much like Carcass in 2013 and At the Gates last year, Refused sound as good and confident as they did in their 90s heyday.

Lead single ‘Elektra’ probably states it best: “Time has come, no escape.” It indeed is time for Refused’s left-of-center brand of noise. America at least, seems to be in an odd state of regression. We count corporations as people and have segments of the population that see the Confederate flag as “heritage”, and view same-sex marriage as a threat to their religious freedom. That’s without counting those denying global warming or the anti-vaccination movement.

And to show their discontent with the state of affairs, Refused keep the vitriol and attitude going in other punk scorchers like ‘Dawkins Christ’ and ‘Thought is Blood.’ And when they choose to turn down the assault it’s with tracks like ‘Old Friends/New War’ that while not as a raucous still keep a sharp edge as Lyxzen finds that “there’s no other choice but to create some noise and sharpen up my mind.” And we’re glad that you’re up to your old tricks.

Also, much like in The Shape of Punk to Come, these Swedes find room for eccentricity in Freedom. In the liner notes you’ll notice that both ‘Elektra’ and ‘366’ were produced by Shellback, the hitmaker known for his work with Adele and Taylor Swift. Once again proving that they are the most punk by following their muse rather than convention.

We need more records like Freedom. We need them because they remind us that certain genres are supposed to be the dangerous ones. I’m disgusted by the fact that the punk bands that prevail today happen to fall under the abomination known as “Pop-Punk.” A musical oxymoron whose practitioners are perfectly content to play arenas and extol the virtues of eating pizza and wearing fitted hats.

It’s nice to see that some are still choosing to live dangerously.

Refused, by Dustin Rabin Photography

Refused, by Dustin Rabin Photography

9.0/10

HANSEL LOPEZ


Intensive Square – Anything That Moves


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From the rather clever play on words of their name, through to the arty if thoroughly disgusting cover, there is something overtly cerebral about Cardiff technicians Intensive Square. There’s a claustrophobic intensity from the outset of debut album Anything That Moves (Black Bow); complex drum patterns leading the way for some crunching, chaotic riffs and Chris Haughey’s dry scour. A febrile sound initially in keeping with the intelligent violence of Dillinger Escape Plan or Pyrrhon, twisting rhythms create grooves and craters as deep as the earth’s core whilst syncopated flickers leave your body convulsing with an involuntary joy.

The howling leads of opener ‘The Long Man’ are accompanied in the atonal melody stakes by the enigmatically-named Barnes’ wailing sax which, far from having you running for the hills, actually augments the power and further peaks the curiosity. The Cancer Bats-meets-Jazz of the ensuing ‘Ends’ possesses a brooding, building coda which heightens the tension; whilst the viciously switching, jerking grooves of ‘Me Vs the Cables’ and ‘Rhino Fight’ will leave those of us with knee problems in utter agony. The perfect timing of the band’s time switches and staccato rhythms enhance rather than frustrate: ‘…Fight’ slowing then quickening on a sixpence, the ferocious battery and squealing sax fully invoking the fear and drama of the titanic struggle the title suggests.

The blend of hostility and progressive sensibilities brings djent kings Meshuggah to mind but there’s a more organic quality here, a natural flow which harnesses that pulsating power, letting the invention run on an extending leash rather than wholly unfettered. The strange lead patterns in the stuttering savagery of ‘Gastric Emptying’ seem completely apt. The Death/Sludge template of ‘Vegetarians’, meanwhile, its ingredients warping and morphing in attempts to break free, still snaps back to the controlling structure; Haughey’s bellow letting blood over the exhausted body of the track.

The swerving riffs of the crushing, pummelling closer ‘King’, like Grind slowed to a virtual standstill, is as nerve-wrecking as anything I’ve heard this year. Indeed, the only thing that’s utterly untethered here is the rampant verve, the vivacity coursing through this bruising, intricate set.

Quite simply this is a huge shot in the arm for progressive, extreme metal and one of the most vital releases of recent years.

 

8.5/10

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PAUL QUINN


William English – Basic Human Error


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In the Kingdom of the Unflinching Scream, the unflinching screamer is King. Not necessarily a bad thing of course, but when that abrasive yaroo dwarfs all other contributions, it becomes the most notable aspect of a sound for all the wrong reasons.

Take William English. From the outset of début album Basic Human Error (Grandad), their base sound is graced by tortured, high-pitched screams that, aside from brief periods such as the broken-down Metalcore section of opener ‘Bud Vessel’, are maintained at painful levels. ‘Life Of A Fisherman’ begins with a Doom-like, maudlin riff before a staccato groove finally introduces the Sludgy element these Norfolk lads are reputedly known for. Shane Miller’s bark, however, as parched as the Sahara and as wearing as its sand in your crevices, often tears the eardrums apart. Just as detrimental are the short blastbeat-filled sections, displaying a chaotic, somewhat loose sound whilst also lacking something of a spark.

Similarly, the opening riff of the ensuing ‘Seaweed’ is a lumbering, plodding beast, invoking images of your Grandad on the dancefloor; before a filthy swamp, infected by the odd buzzsaw Thrash lick, finally brings this album to life. The colossal Sludge/Grind of ‘Captain Tugboat’ is a pulverising, hurtling groove monster; the careering weight interspersed by the kind of funeral-Punk breakdowns reminiscent of Palehorse. Miller’s snotty, wailing delivery falls into a screaming, slow furrow, the band finally adding tighter cohesion to their undeniable versatility. Sadly the portentous lament of ‘Grandpa Sorrow Pt 1’ is cheapened by that terrifying caveman-style yelp and its alarming nature does indeed become the most memorable factor of a promising yet flawed set.

The emotion, weight and power here merely lacks the ‘glue’ and direction to duel effectively with those fulminating vocals. The striking ‘A Monger’, its early melancholy replaced by a frantic bludgeon, and the pounding swell of the Bob Danvers-Walker – sampled closer ‘Grandpa Sorrow Pt 2’, stand out but there are too few remarkable moments. Despair not, however, William English display hostility and invention in abundance. It simply needs rounding with a little experience…and more judicious use of that voice.

 

6.5/10

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PAUL QUINN