Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Nate Hall - A Great River

Psychedelic/doom/folk rockers US Christmas are hot property in the underground. Eat Of The Low Dogs and Run Thick In The Night are two of the most awe inspiring, innovative and heartfelt records released in the last five years. Alternating between Hawkwind-esque synth,huge spacy guitar freakouts and gorgeous acoustic songs that recall the beauty of artists such as Neil Young, they are incredible pieces of music. Nate Hall, leader of USX, decided to follow his contemporaries Scott Kelly, Steve Von Till and Scott 'Wino' Weinrich and go on a solo sojourn, with A Great River being released earlier this month.

 Despite the excellent opener The Earth In One Cell and the title track, this release seems somewhat lacking. The few acoustic tracks on Run Thick In The Night stand out ahead of anything on this record. Raw Chords sounds too much like Peaceful Valley Boulevard off Neil Young's latest release to be enjoyable. Often it feels like there's too much going on, too many layers when the music doesn't require them. Take the simple, aching chords of Mirror Glass and Fire Is Sleeping, with tasteful backing violin. This is what I was hoping A Great River would sound like. Nate's increasing penchant for instrumental interludes is noticeable here - unlike on RTITN it detracts from the flow and serves to highlight the paucity of actual songs.

Nevertheless, Nate Hall's own brand of music stands out on this release - it's unique and promising, but just not there in it's execution. I can't see myself returning to this record with the same fervour as If I Should Fall To The Field or The Wake, but any future releases by USX or it's mainman will still eagerly be anticipated.

 6.5/10

Saturday, 31 March 2012

Meshuggah - Koloss




Since the release of their breakthrough album and magnum opus Destroy Erase Improve in 1995, Meshuggah have continued to push the boundaries of extreme metal. Every release provided something new, fresh and challenging. The iconic jagged stacatto riff in Future Breed Machine. The point at which your brain nearly collapses in on itself thanks to Thordendahls mind-expanding solo in Corridor of Chameleons. The tightest, most violent and churning rhythm section imaginable, combined with ever-poetic and well written lyrics in Perpetual Black Second. Catch Thirty-Three climaxing all over the place and dragging you deeper into the abyss over the course of 47 minutes. And off Meshuggah's most recent album before Koloss, the suffocating, pulsating palm-muted riff in Lethargica, showcasing the potential of the eight string. Breathtaking, groundbreaking untouchable music. In short, the Swedes had a lot to live up to with Koloss, their first record since 2008's Obzen.

And in short, there isn't a moment like the above on Koloss.

Koloss, unlike the rest of Meshuggah's back catalogue, isn't extraordinary. The opener, I Am Collosus, is unspectacular. It's trademark Meshuggah - Thordendahl and Hagströms' subsonic, off-kilter riffing, Kidmans' usual ululations and Haakes' pounding polyrhythms, but there's nothing to really keep you on the edge of your seat. The Demon's Name is Surveillance is more interesting, asphyxiating the listener with its relentless double bass and razor sharp riffage, and Marrow is another solid tune. However, much of the album plods along with substandard, non-urgent riffing. Lead guitarist extraordinaire Fred Thordendal, known for his Allan Holdsworth-esque jazzy leads, is still impressive in places, but rarely attaining the facemelting power of times gone by. The lyrics lack the poetic elegance and effortlessly acerbic power this time round - I used to enjoy studying the words of the Nothing album greatly, but for no such enjoyment can be obtained with Koloss.

I can't say I'm not disappointed with Koloss. For four years in the making, I expected more. I hate to say it, but unlike all the other records there is very little trace of stylistic evolution, and it has the feel of being a collection of Obzen B-sides at times. By all means check it out, but this is very much the nadir of Meshuggahs' career.

6.5/10

Monday, 29 August 2011

Rwake - Voices Of Omens




Rwake's abrasive onslaught positively molests your eardrums in the way that only great sludge can do, whilst adding some finesse here and there to make for a highly enjoyable listen. The band have been around for a while, releasing three full lengths, but have only really gained any 'mainstream' recognition since signing for Relapse - this album being their first on the label. Like genre progenitors Eyehategod, the riffs here are a mix of bluesy and atonal - witness the grating, torturous, dragging central riff on the album closer, "The Lure of Light" to feel the pure power of their music. Yet like their Southern counterparts Kylesa, Rwake have the knack of throwing in interesting nuances to the music, such as the gorgeous mandolin playing in the intro track - just listening to this whilst looking through the album art is pretty trippy. The lead guitar work is pretty tidy too, with plenty of whisky soaked leads that Pepper Keenan would be proud of. Whilst the albums 59 minutes of intense extreme metal can get a bit wearing, it has just about enough to keep the listener interested throughout. They'll be releasing their follow up to this record later this year - keep an eye out.

8/10

Highlights : "The Great Finality", "Leviticus"

See also - Crowbar, Eyehategod, Kylesa.

Monday, 15 August 2011

Hate Eternal - Phoenix Amongst The Ashes



It takes quite a bit for me to get excited by modern death metal. Aside from Nile, Dying Fetus and Goatwhore I don't really pay that much attention to it. Another name to add to that list would be Hate Eternal. I've always been enamoured by frontman Erik Rutan's undying love and passion for extreme metal, not to mention he is one of the most talented musicians the genre has ever had. Even though his career highlight of his stint in Morbid Angel has passed (witness the solo tradeoff between Rutan and Azagthoth in 'Summoning Redemption' - spellbinding), Hate Eternal still have a lot to offer.

In contrast to the suffocating production and incondite songwriting of 2008's Fury And Flames, PATA is far more clear and focused, without ceding any brutality for polishness. Rutan has once again tinkered with the lineup, but this appears to be HE's best yet. You can just feel the band's confidence coming out of your speakers, from the start to the finish of the album. Opener 'Rebirth' oozes hellish atmosphere, serving as a build up for the aurally sodomising 'The Eternal Ruler', which along with the following song, 'Thorns of Acacia', showcase everything that is to love about Hate Eternal - Rutan's trademark atonal riffage (employing excessive yet tasteful use of the tritone), his divine harmonised harmonic minor leads and savage blasting with clever usage of rhythmic patterns. The rest of the album continues in similar fashion - although if your eardrums haven't burst by the title track then you're doing very well.

An excellent record - perfect antidote for the dross that is the new Morbid Angel.

8/10

Highlights : "Haunting Abound", "Thorns Of Acacia"

See also - Morbid Angel, Nile, Suffocation, Dying Fetus.

Friday, 5 August 2011

Agalloch - Ashes Against The Grain



Despite the misleading, Scandinavian-sounding name, Agalloch are in fact from the Pacific Northwest, an area more associated with the grunge era than folk-tinged metal. Yet Agalloch summon the same desolate, eldrich spirits as their Northern European counterparts, making for an epic, solemn affair.

Ashes Against The Grain, the band's third full length, once again has the critics and pigeon-holers scratching their heads. It's a mix of folk, post-metal, black metal, prog, without naturally falling into any category - a bit like Opeth. Indeed, the comparisons with the Swedish legends don't stop there - indeed, they could be seen as the American version of them. The album starts off in divine fashion - gorgeous progressions, flowing effortlessly and convincing the listener from the offset. Rasping and haunting vocals, punchy yet soothing guitars, epic song titles (This White Mountain on Which You Will Die) - all positive signs. Yet one's interest level doesn't sustain beyond even halfway through the album. The lead guitar work is somewhat lacking - the melodies are flat and unimaginative in many places, leaving one wanting. Long, languorous instrumental passages pepper the album, which do little for the overall feel of the music.

The potential is there, but the execution isn't. Agalloch may have mountains of critical acclaim but on this record I feel this praise isn't justified.

7/10

Highlights : "Limbs", "Falling Snow ".

See also - Opeth, Alcest, Fen.

Sunday, 5 June 2011

Morbid Angel - Illud Divinum Insanus




Eight years after Morbid Angel's last effort, the indifferently received Heretic, the godfathers of death metal have finally returned with a follow up - Illud Divinum Insanus, the first featuring David Vincent since 1995's Domination. To briefly recap on the legacy of this band, the first three Morbid Angel albums are timeless masterpieces, phenomenal works sound just as fresh and twisted today as they did back in the day, for any music follower. Even though I'd been listening to a lot of extreme metal before I got into Morbid Angel, and thus been desensitized to the "evilness" of music to a certain extent, the feeling of hearing Altars of Madness for the first time was an unforgettable, almost unsurpassable experience.

When David Vincent (who did vocals/bass on the first four records) re-entered the Morbid fold back in 2004, expectations were understandably high, and judging by the awesome performance at Wacken 2006, with Erik Rutan as the second guitar player, there was a lot of hope for another classic. This, however, was followed by more tours, more stagnancy, and more confusion for the fans. What was taking so long? For a band that averaged an album every three years, regardless of change in band members, concern was justified. However, a new song, Nevermore, surfaced in the setlist in 2008, which helped to appease impatient followers. Finally, the band entered the studio last year to record, without longtime drummer Pete Sandoval (citing a back problem), replaced by the more than competent Tim Yeung, whose impressive CV include Divine Heresy, Nile, Hate Eternal and Vital Remains. Despite the series of delays, things were looking up - Eric Rutan was lending a hand with production, a good omen if any, given his good rapport with the band, and with his faultless work in the studio with Goatwhore and Cannibal Corpse.

Before any music was actually heard, eyebrows were really raised when the song titles emerged, names of juvenile simplicity and banality, a clear contrast from the themes of the classic albums. In an interview back in 1997, following the release of Formulas Fatal to the Flesh, Azagthoth stated that one of his regrets with Domination were the Vincents lyrics - that "they didn't really mean anything". He clearly has changed his perspective since on what exactly constitutes "meaningful" lyrics - there are some pretty laughable examples, as you'll read below. This, therefore dampened expectations, but not nearly enough, since the music was something else...

The album begins with a brooding instrumental, which instantly evokes memories of Doomsday Celebrations from the Blessed Are The Sick album. But the frailties appear when some shoddy industrial and gothic influences pervade the song, and set the tone for the rest of the album.

Lets get the bad points out of the way first. Radikult is embarrassingly bad, featuring some key reasons which let this album down badly - boring guitars, dance beat, tasteless industrial influences, and Vincent's awful, chanting vocals. Essentially, a Marilyn Manson B-side.. Profundis - Mea Culpa is another forgettable song, and Destructos Vs. The Earth/Attack will inspire a similarly distainful reaction. As I mentioned, the lyric writing leaves something to be desired. "We are the new religion...no religion!" might've sounded badass in Chapel of Ghouls", but it just comes across as lame here. Nevermore is full of the usual chest-beating pseudo-macho garb, which again feels tired. Beauty Meets Beast is something else though - "Oh beautiful child/Come to me moist/I’m the great connoisseur" - need I say more?.

The band (read - Vincent) might be trying new ideas, but it just comes across as platitudinous. Destructos Vs. The Earth/Attack can be considered a microcosm for half of the album - it has some alright parts to it, but they are drowned by the dross that surrounds it. In short, lacking all the vitality, aggression, creativity and sheer wow factor that elevated Morbid Angel to the apotheosis of extreme music.

Not wishing to dwell on the weaknesses, there are some ok bits on this record. The aforementioned Nevermore, is an enjoyable effort, as is Existo Vulgaré, both with scything riffage and twinkling hints of genius in Trey's lava solos. 10 More Dead has some genuinely cool grooves in it, but is again stained by the lame chorus with such pointless lyrics "10 more dead, the bodies piling higher, and higher". Yet, there are no riffs here that come close to licking the boots of Rapture, Maze of Torment or Rebel Lands. but there were a few moments when the hairs on the back of my neck gave a vague tingling sensation.

Notably, one of the albums picks, Blades for Baal, was written by Destructor, who joined the band in 2008. This has real death metal ferocity, and Tim Yeung's performance, like the rest of the album, is faultless. If you consider that on the non-Rutan albums, there was only one song written by the second guitarist Richard Brunelle (a minute long instrumental, the divine Desolate Ways), it's notable that Azagthoth has allowed the young Norwegian to write a few on this record - is this simply because Trey has run out of ideas?

Azagthoth has clearly both ceded a lot of creative control to Vincent, and lost interest in the death metal scene, with a notable percentage of the tracks on the album being the input of the latter. In addition, the mix gives too much prominance to the vocals, and not enough to the guitars. The vast majority of press surrounding Illud has been conducted by Vincent, when let's not forget, this is Azagthoth's band. He looks jaded and apathetic in all of the press shoots, whereas Vincent is full of gusto and pride in his work, yet far from the frontman we knew in the 90's - clad in PVC and with a Kiss badge on his jacket, he's looking disturbingly like Nikki Sixx these days. The contrast with Autopsy, making their comeback after a sixteen year absence with a killer new album, is stark.

Vincent claims that you'll like this album as much as the others if you are open minded - even if you take this album out of the context of Morbid Angel, and the huge burden of expectations that go with it, so much of this album is just ordinary, so the argument that just because the band have adopted new, non-death metal influences is invalid. Some critics have claimed that this is another example of Morbid Angel's intransigent attitude - they have, after all, gone against the entire fanbase by creating this album. Perhaps this should be applauded...if the music was of high quality.

Fans (well, former fans) have been joking that "Ignominious" would be a more appropriate album title (given it also follows the MA tradition of alphabetically-ordered releases), which isn't too far from the truth. This album isn't a complete abomination - a few songs save it from being so - but it will nonetheless be filed under "fallen from grace", next to St. Anger, Cold Lake and Risk.

4/10

Highlights: "Blades for Baal", "Nevermore".

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

Album Of The Week : Disincanate - Dreams of the Carrion Kind




Disincarnate were the brainchild of extreme metal mercenary James Murphy, whose impressive C.V includes death metal pioneers Death and underrated thrashers Testament. In those bands he was able to showcase his lead prowess, but only in Disincarnate did he finally get a chance to have almost sovereign control over the musical direction of the band.

Released in 1993, the peak of the genre, output and popularity wise, so Disincarnate were able to ride on the waves of death metal's success, snagging a deal with Roadrunner to release their one and only album, Dreams of the Carrion Kind.

Whilst there are some pretty tasty riffs and decent drumming, Disincarnate offer not much more than what you've already heard. It inevitably suffers with comparisons to Death - if you've heard the albums Individual Thought Patterns and Human, released in the same era, there's not a lot here that will surprise or interest you. In addition, Colin Richardson's production is excellent, but it confines the band within a set paradigm (that of generic 90's death metal), rather than to forge something unique and fresh.

6/10

Highlights : "Stench of Burning Redemption".

See also - Death, Carcass, Obituary.