Depeche Mode "Violator" (1990)

 

Hailed by some as a classic, I approached this record with persistence. A turning point came four or so spins in. Suddenly, the brash, jolting instruments began to blossom. Its snappy arrays of waveform synths revealing secrets. The bold, rigid deployment of its punchy melodies and calculated drum patterns birthing emotional resonance from the void they dance above. Violator's aesthetic philosophy leaves a sparse quiet behind the fast attack and decay of its electronic zaps and stiff sampled percussion.

In the drone of its repetition, what I failed to hear was the build up. Songs start minimal and simple, with all components laid bare. Dave Gahan brings in his steely tender voice to take hand and lead along the lyrical narrative with an engulfing persuasion. Under his spell the instrumental broods these emotive swells as the complexity increases. Leaving its simpler crafts in formation, the later arrives toy with organics as dense guitar wails, dawning string sections and abstract electronic.

As I understand it, Voilator was also their debut venture to include guitars. Sometimes performed but mostly sampled, the acoustic tones fit effortlessly to their demeanor. I sensed the commercially exploited Personal Jesus might become an irritation but alas, under repetition I came to appreciate its genius, and union of digital and analog.

The records character lingers mostly on relationships woes, a sadness that permeates loves struggles without conclusion. The tone teases, toying with a curious poise. A soft sadness, melancholy on the horizon, all whilst being dramatically catchy. Its a highly digestible set of Pop tunes, weaving in odd electronic sounds to its tapestry. As the rush increases, so do strange zaps and brash noises. Quite the delight.

Ultimately I can only conclude to agree with its acclaim. Despite lacking the depth time with records offers, my ever growing love of its persuasion is wondrous. In comparison to Black Celebration, Violator stands matured and cunning by a band forging their expressions with sharpened wit and intellect. The underlying emotional rawness heard through voice and instrument is as before. I'm unsure as to why I did not hear it on Music For The Masses? Its earned my attention for a revisit.

Rating: 9/10

Exhorder "Slaughter In The Vatican" (1990)

Reminded of thee band who helped shape Pantera's sound, it was time to revisit an old record I only knew of briefly upon learning about their influence on fellow southern metallers. Released later in the year than Cowboy's From Hell, the claim to originality, in terms of a Groove Metal style and the Phil Anselmo singing vernacular, lies within Exhorder's late 80s demos. At that time, the Abbott brothers were living out Kiss inspired fantasies in the local scene, with self produced Glam Metal records.

Slaughter In The Vatican is not the killer blow to Pantera's genius. Having studied its form, this is clearly an "of the time" hybrid of Death and Thrash Metal, pulling a few cunning ideas along for the ride. Its hard aesthetic, a dulled battering of low end guitar tone and clicky percussion is a pale aggression tiring from a lack of aesthetic vibrancy to spice its metallic rhythmic chops. On first gasp, quite the beast, lunging in hard with guitar grinds and drums bordering on blast beats, but the brutality lacks endurance. Its tone quickly narrows as the keen distinctions in groove are lost among an endless stream of atypical extremities lacking catchy hooks and memorable songs.

Its best song could just be Desecrator. Weathering the storm with its better riffs, it concludes with a dazzlingly lean and dark, swiftly osculating riff I'm sure Pantera have lifted somewhere in their later discography. Moments of distinction like this are far and few between. Not to dwell on comparisons but the point would be this, Slaughter In The Vatican is a rather typical record for the broader extreme music scene. Although a fun spin, on all fronts it lacks a spark to become spectacular despite its competence.

Rating: 6/10

Judas Priest "Painkiller" (1990)

Lets set the scene, the Heavy Metal landscape is changing drastically, Thrash and Death Metal are on the rise with Grunge and Alternative set to grip the mainstream in the coming years. Metallica are the genres new juggernaut and Pantera have brought forth a new identity for Metal. Surely a band like Judas Priest are on the way out? Well no, the intensity of Painkiller arrives as the apex of their "heavier than heavy" sound priest always embodied. It goes toe to toe with any contestant and holds it own. Quite a remarkable bow out after twenty one years as it would be Rob Halford's last for now.

The album will always be overcast by its lead and title track, Painkiller, a thrilling frenzy of adrenaline inducing metallic might thats hellbent on thrusting the listener through a seemingly never ending amping up of intensity. Molten hot guitar solos ooze, Rob's screams pull down the heavens and its string of riveting riffs and battering drums seem to keep turning up the heat. And then there is the end of the song... just as you think things are starting to wind down, somehow they go at it again with another eruption, a raging inferno of guitar blazing madness. Tipton and Downing have somehow outdone themselves yet again, as does everyone in all reality.

Its an exceptional song, an unforgettable track, but the shadow it casts can't deter the rest of the record. Although that devilish intensity isn't reached again, you couldn't expect every song to pursue the same goals. What follows is Priest exploring wonderfully brutish themes as the Heavy Metal universe takes a turn down a dark nightly alleyway. In a ways It feels like everything has been leading to this point, Priest at their hardest, leanest, fastest and on A Touch Of Evil, they go epic and anthemic when the tempo shifts. Every track is a celebration of their attitude, style and personal, all embellished through this stunning mastery of intensity as they push on.

Much credit is owed to Producer Chris Tsangarides who finds a powerful aesthetic for the band to plow through. Most notable is the drumming of Scott Travis, his bass kick is given a lot of deep tone and shape, the snare has a thunderous snap. It takes up a lot of attention but never drowns out the guitars. The two tandem wonderfully when double pedal rhythms pound alongside razor sharp riffs. In general, its all immaculate, a crowded mix of intense instruments somehow not overpowering one another. Rob's chords are fiery as ever, the lead guitars blazing wild and cutting like a knife.

As good records do, the shifting song writing approaches Priest inhabit are wonderfully performed. A keen detail that grabs me is the subtle use of cheesy synths or drab organs. Bold and brash, whenever they drop in, its always enhances the spectacle of the song itself. It should also be emphasized that Downing and Tipton's lead guitar work is not just exceptional on the title track but throughout the record. That exhilarating rise of dexterous notation, luminous and unhinged returns often. They sail so many extremes of fret-board manipulation, its a gift that keeps giving.

Having reacquainted myself with this classic, It should not be understated, the "heaviness" in aesthetic is not its sole trick. This really is Priest at their best when it comes to song writing too. The themes ditch the fun and cheese of Ram It Down and the result is a serious flag wave for Rob's fantasy Heavy Metal lifestyle. There isn't a dud here and you'll be hard pressed to figure out your favorite tracks bar the title track itself, a never ending sequences of adrenaline shots. For the decades I've experienced it, still blows my mind till this day! He... Is... The... PAINKILLER!

Rating: 9.5/10

Pop Will Eat Itself "Cure For Sanity" (1990)

 

 Despite the disappointment of a "Grebbo Rock" record with Box Frenzy, I will continue my exploration of English genre mashers Pop Will Eat Itself. Spotify has alleviated the friction of research and investment into albums. Now any curiosity is just a few clicks away! With that I've also felt less of a need to go deep on records, the result feeling wonderful. The burden of expensive MP3s has been lifted and my ears are free to explore. Does that factor into why I enjoyed this hour of early 90s vibes so much? Probably, its nice to not have a thought gnawing at the back of ones mind about frequently sinking money into your listening choices when they turn sour.

Cure for Sanity opens up with fantastic sampled dialog of the shape of music in the fabric of society and outdated notions of how this should be controlled. Its sets a high bar for topicality that I never felt returned in the next nineteen tracks. Admittedly the cheesy 80s rap flows in British accents made for a lack of investment in the lyrics. Its following Dance Of The Mad Bastards feels like a send off to the Rock Rap crossover that made This Is The Day so magical, reusing distortion guitars and other samples that gave it identity. These snippets run alongside new sounds and a percussive drum loop fit for the coming Electronic scene of England in the early 90s.

From here the record strolls through a fair bit of mediocrity, leaving its metallic tone in the dust and stitching together newer moods and tones of the times in a heavy wash of sampling that will have you clambering to remember from what artists you first heard that sample or sound before. Again it includes many cultural snippets too, like the famous commentary and crowd sounds from England's 1966 world cup victory.

Going back to the remark on the yet to blossom Electronic scene, the better songs here seem to bolster House and Dance pianos that would be a staple style before long. Its other cutting edge is in percussion, many drum loops a precursor to Big Beat and the likes can be heard and all at the start of the decade. It would be so fascinating to see a deep dive on the samples and their place in the timeline. It seems so apt for whats about to arrive and undoubtedly wouldn't be possible without legal freedom for sampling at the time that what be drastically changed in years to come. Cure for Sanity is a fair bit of fun with a lot of mediocrity as many songs feel like a collection of sampling ideas. Luckily there is a couple of solid songs in here too.

Rating: 5/10

Cocteau Twins "Heaven Or Las Vegas" (1990)

After a discovery hiatus and with a new year ushered in, I felt it was time to return to the Cocteau Twins. This next destination being the one other record of theirs I knew alongside Treasure. Heaven Or Las Vegas is the trio's commercial peak and a record of notoriety among "albums to hear before you die" lists and whatnot. Rearranging the various aspects of their sound, the group hit a stride and roll with it through ten fantastic songs that revel in the Dream Pop realm they helped to pioneer.

Opening with Cherry-Coloured Funk, the temperament and pace is swiftly set as each song moves with this steady shuffling drive, as lavish, pedal effect drenched guitars drone in a wash of color and delays. Its the defining aesthetic of each track which hinges on simple, straightforward song structures. Each one plays out presenting its main idea and upfront with a few variations woven in. With Guthrie on a stride its a fine curation of ideas, resonating well with his fellow musicians who put icing on top.

Fraser pivots from her wordless performance style to sung lyrics which arrive with a magical cadence and distorting accent to throw one of the scent on occasions. The way she lays emphasis and elongates notes is charming yet often out of step with expectations, giving her words a cryptic dimension. Behind them, on every song, Simon Raymonde pumps away simple yet warm and cushioning bass lines, with an occasional tough of groove but mostly very simplistic and straightforward playing.

 

Brief moments of electronic synths can be heard too, often woven into the drum machine arrangements. They can sound bare and stiff on some tracks, bearing its mechanical nature with claps and snaps. Counter too that, it sounds completely organic on a handful of songs too. All in all its a beautiful aesthetic arrangement of Ethereal colors dazzling in the wash of dreamy guitars and singing that finds its charm swiftly and keeps you with them for the duration of the record without a blemish, bar a couple of drearier songs, however they bring their own rainy day magic too.

Rating: 8/10

Jim Kirkwood "Middle-Earth" (1990)

 

The resurfacing formation of Dungeon Synth in the late naughties has been quite the spectacle to watch unfold. With its roots in obscurities linked to Black Metal and Avant-garde music from the nineties, this sound found its name and niche, flourishing with both creativity and a bustle of low effort clones. Doing research into the genre's origins, records like Depressive Silence, Medival Journeys and Midnight Fullmoon crossed my path, all providing fun and curious listening experiences but deeper than them all is Jim Kirkwood's mighty double LP spanning five lengthy musical adventures. Released at the turn of the decade, this sound is untainted by the unleashing of Scandinavian darkness yet to come. The common ancestry that shares a thread here is J.R.R. Tolkien's fantasy world of Middle-Earth, a common influence in Black Metal and Dungeon Synth, of which this work is neither.

Kirkwood's music is typically described as fantasy music. Hinged on the electronic scene aesthetics of decades past by, the use of bold visual tones from Casio synths and Morg synthesizers has that timely gratification bestowed by the power of melody. With a little imagination, one can be led by the unsubtle arrangements on fruitful adventures. His style seems obvious at first, curious melodies dance in tandem, exchanging shifts in pace and tone to conjure the sense of spectacle as the scenes unfold. Cheesy might a cruel word to reach for but in his boldness Jim composes with cinematic scale to outpace any of the era sentiments that may arise.

Its mammoth two hours do not drag. The show sways from the beauty and glory of fantasy realms to the darker perils exemplified on Urak Hai, Tolkien's demonic warrior beasts. Between typical song structures he gets creative within aesthetic limitations, mimicking environmental sounds like winds, horses, birds and the thundering echos of deep drums. Percussion is used to steer in some momentum at times and in others acts as an abrasive tool to warn of danger. With that cinematic sense of vision and direction fueling it, these clashes with potential dated ideas retain their charm. Best of all an underpinning of swirling synth arrangements akin to Tangerine Dream constantly push the melodies into lengthy tangents with a psychedelic driving them along. This is a fitting idea that recently sparked my interest with Old Sorcery. So curious to find it at work here over twenty odd years earlier.

There is so much that could be said of the adventure unraveling over these two hours. I do think Jim takes liberty with scale and repetition at times but it mostly adds the the epic Middle-Earth scale it reaches for. Its been a wonderful listening experience with many uses of melody and aesthetic I'd hear resurface in Symphonic Black Metal and other electronic related genres in years to come. I also hear a soft link to Progressive Rock and Jazz Fusion over a few instances of keyboard playing, even a guitar lick dropping in on King Of The Golden Hall. The links go both ways! This one is really worth your time if you have anything invested in Fantasy, Tolkein or Dungeon Synth. This is undoubtedly a hidden gem with little information on it beyond the music, I would love to know more about its creation and inspiration, although the latter is obvious.

Rating: 8/10

Bathory "Hammerheart" (1990)

Ones body will be scared by age but so shall the mind! It seems almost criminal that the brilliance of Hammerheart has faded in reputation. Diving back into the Bathory records of youthful years I had somehow lost memory of this masterpiece. Thinking I was on the cusp of unearthing a new glory to enjoy, every track rang echos of a decade past by. Songs unearthed with their etchings still eternal under the dust.

This was the moment Quorthon embraced his heritage and forged a new, remarkable path. Somehow, I remembered this record as a drop off point but in fact these are all spirited songs keenly remembered, including the mighty One Rode To Asa Bay, the only Bathory song to ever be made into a music video if I recall correctly.

Leaving the ferocity of Blood Death Fire behind, slower tempos, brooding atmospheres and heathen choirs accompany a tamer Quorthon who channels his energy into roaring battle cries and off key singing. He conjures the viking spirit with this hard pressed voice that should turn the nose up in theory, yet the genuine passion in his voice pushes the Nordic spirit of the music into a vision coming to life.

Its the final piece solidifying this inspired music of mythic heritage fit to conjure candle lit halls and mighty landscapes of rural natural beauty. Although now a common thing to experience in Viking Metal, this must of been something special at the time of its release. The album opens up with two lengthy epics, Valhalla crashing with lightning strikes into a mountainous passage of drawn out power chords and thunderous drum pounding that sounds practically lifted from Call Of The Cthulhu.

Its a recurring section that elevates the music but also feeds into claims of plagiarism against the band. Something I had yet to touch on but much of the early material is akin to Venom yet Quorthon often claims to have not been influenced by them. It is however a moment of power from the percussive battery and throughout the album tumbling strikes of tom drums help propel these epic and heathen calls to the gods.

Moving into Fire And Ice and Father To Son, sections of dense distortion guitar singularly erupt with a keen parallel to Groove Metal, a genre yet to unfold at this point in time. Its not often the riffs are thrusted forth to the light as they mostly meld with synths to conjure the distinct atmospheres. That measure of fretwork is often subtle but a keen feature throughout. The surprise is these eruptions of meaty groove.

This is a pivotal album for Bathory, being at the forefront of one movement and in one stride to the next, forging and mastering an entirely new sound for the Metal umbrella of sub-genres. Where his last two albums showed flashes of this genius and reveled in a little diversity, Hammerheart is a very unified sound from stand to end that is near impossible to deny as a classic. I am so glad to have found my way back to it!

Rating: 9/10

Alice In Chains "Facelift" (1990)

Recently Ive been on a timely nostalgic, heart aching Alice In Chains kick. It happens every now and then, I simply delve into a riotous binge that gets the adrenaline pumping. This time around I found myself rediscovering their debut record, it felt fresh and in the face, many of the songs seemed almost new and with some thought I realized its probably been over a decade since I last heard it. When discovering the band it was Dirt I was most drawn too and has thus established itself as one of the go to records alongside their post Layne Staley records. Facelift had been left neglected and what a gem its been, sitting here all these years unscathed, awaiting me again.

Its such a powerful debut from a new band helping to spearhead the Grunge movement. From the get go Alice In Chains have the Heavy Metal infusion integrated within their sound. Paired with the harmonization between Staley and guitarist Jerry Cantrell, its a two pronged attack, making a unique breed of rock and roll thunder, fit to move a crowd and also display a genuine emotional side too. The band have a habit of brooding an internal vulnerability and then unleashing it through swooning guitar grooves along with the haunting soar of Staleys notes or even eerie acoustic guitars that build painful tensions and uneasy atmospheres between the soars of energy.

For a debut record, not an inch sounds frail or as if they are finding a footing. The Seattle group fly out the gates with a frightening authenticity. The twelve songs give up a healthy variety and range within the sound. Slams of crunching guitar grooves, scores of erupting, electric solos and all temperaments of established Rock and Metal influence the grunge tone. There is a magnitude in the other direction too as a dynamic mix of darkly acoustics shape up the energetic rock with deeper meanings.

 

Love Hate Love and Confusion explore this shadowy side wonderfully, the loose drumming styles perfectly emphasizing the disjointed and exposed feelings these tracks start off with. Put You Down and I Know Something expose the Southern and Funk Rock styling among many other influences that detail Cantrell's unique riffing. In that aspect its a little rawer on this record but it is still fantastic how despite hearing their roots, one can experience something completely new blossoming from it. Utterly brilliant album, another 90s relic to behold! I love this decade.

Favorite Tracks: We Die Young, Man In The Box, Bleed The Freak, Love Hate Love, Confusion, Real Thing

Rating: 9/10

Living Colour "Time's Up" (1990)

There was no way I wouldn't pick up another album after discovering Vivid. Its a wonderful debut from the New York band who were fusing genres and setting the sound for 90s Alternative Metal. My excitement brewed when I read this album won a Grammy! That was quickly dispelled on first listen as the production feels a grade lower. The album has a looser, rawer sound, it opens fire with a rattling snare and speedy guitar pummeling that leans towards Thrash Metal. Its a brief moment of intensity that focuses attention on the overall rawer feeling of the record, its drums a fraction more spacious and its busying bass guitar sounds muffled and muddied when in steps up for action. Its energy and charisma comes together with a looseness.

In getting to know the record, a strange feeling of sideways progression emerges. The songs all have the same components, bold and bright, gleaming influences of Metal, Punk, Funk and Hip Hop melding in the cooking pot. This time around its as if they have taken the formula and re-arranged the elements, rather than sharpening or refining its composition. The resulting collection of tracks are rather miss matched in quality, the best of their output seems to revolve around singer Corey Glover and if he can pull of a hook or ear worm chorus. Pride does this wonderfully, with the band laying down a sweet track for his voice to resonate and send goosebumps your way.

There is a distinct shift in the albums topicality. The same social, cultural, economic and racial themes that felt personal and expressive seem spun up in a more commanding and actionable tone as the album is loaded with talking points and statements that stretch from the personal to the political with a broadened attitude. It becomes rather uncomfortable on the safe sex track Under The Cover Of Darkness. It has the tone of a government social influence project, with Queen Latifah dropping in headstrong, empowering lyrics but with that cliche 80s/90s plain flow rap. Unfortunately it has such an orchestrated feeling as she doesn't gel with the track.

The record has many strong moments and engaging arrangements. A wide variety of tones, genre splicing and ideas play out with plenty of grooving riffs and blazing, finger splitting solos but its usually one element firing at a time. The overall themes of these tracks don't come together to often and it play with a patchy flow because of that. Its short intermissions don't offer much either and I'm left feeling lukewarm on the record and wondering if the Grammy was in turn for such an amazing debut.

Favorite Tracks: Pride, Elvis Is Dead, Type, This Is The Life

Rating: 6/10

Paris "The Devil Made Me Do It" (1990)

Thanks to a fantastic documentary series on Netflix I got to learn about regional scenes that rarely make it to the forefront of Hip Hop discussion. Learning about the the bay area of San Fransisco, militant rapper Paris caught my ear with his uncanny resemblance to rap god Rakim. Given the year of its release, this makes perfect sense. Despite a lack of originality in tone and flow he makes his distinction with fiery, statement driven, political and pro-Islam rap. Its to the tune of Public Enemy and Lakim Shabazz, who's Pure Righteousness is sampled in the opening Scarface Groove song. The name dropping is relevant, Paris wears his influences on his sleeve as an amalgamation of key artists of this era. This extends to the production too, the beats present a firm flavor of Bomb Squad meets Eric B, with James Brown samples too. The sound essentially fits in a year behind contemporaries however this may be my prior knowledge not allowing Paris to slip into the correct spot in history. Then again, this is a really overlooked and forgotten record. Its only had a handful of re-pressings and is difficult to get a physical copy of.

Historical pickings aside, this is a strong record. He may have that firm and steady flow defined by Rakim but he executes it with attitude and flair for stringing coherent and tricky rhymes schemes others would stumble over. Its creative too, taking on a variety of flows and experimenting with reverb and rhymes split over multiple takes. It gives the record interesting creative tangents between the tried and tested formula. Lyrically its very socially conscious and pro-black political, taking on police brutality and systemic racism with an unapologetic militant approach. Short story telling interludes like Warning and The Hate That Hate Made flavor the songs with rich backstory as a couple of tracks step of the gas with braggadocio and other subject matter. Its the black nationalism that grabs the attention and if you agree with his perspectives or not, hes certainly a talent getting his view across.

A younger me would of lapped this up back in my 90s Hip Hop binge days. Now the style is so explored in my mind its hard for the beats to make much of an impact. One can't help but notice these gorgeous synth baselines though, the sort you might hear in Industrial music. That and DJ Mad Mike's love of scratching and sampling creates jarring instrumentals that pair beats and sources rigidly. The result aesthetic is it own and a clear vision for variety is forged as many cuts and variations make it onto the album, keeping its flow exciting alongside the shifting themes of Paris. The title track gets a shout for being a killer tune. A prime example of the records strengths in full cohesion. The beat is dark, gritty and bombastic, Its synth sampling takes on vibes not often heard in Hip Hop. This record isn't trying to charm you with smooth slick Jazz sounds, bar Mellow Madness, or overt grooves. It creates a crowded atmosphere built on punchy, snapy sounds that amount to sometinhg it can call its own, even if the building blocks are in plain sight.

Favorite Tracks: Scarface Groove, Brutal, On The Prowl, The Devil Made Me Do It, Mellow Madness

Rating: 7/10

Danzig "II Lucifuge" (1990)

Two years off the back of the self titled debut, Glenn Danzig and his cronies reunite with Rick Ruben for another stab at their metallic tinged blues rock. Taking a vigorous stride forward, Lucifuge marks the solidifying of ideas heard on the first record while turning up the intensity, a nuance you could easily miss. Its a sweet and simple progression that has very much the same blueprint and aesthetics yet a learner, harder Heavy Metal approach brings out a touch more aggression and attitude in the guitars while Danzig himself revels in his voice, finding much comfort and ease in this tone he has carved for himself.

 Opening with meaty temperate grooves and harmonics loaded into classic metallic fretting, the rock and wail is illuminated with more intermittent guitar leads, mini solos and licks over the top of mighty power chords, raising the energy for Danzig to steal the show with his deep burly voice, flexing Country accents and tinges of Southern sounds in his bluesy performance. He sounds born of hell, weathered yet youthful, full of energy but engaged with life's burdens. It culminates with strings of classic lyrics and choruses to sing along too, as well as many big riffs which often come front and center when the songs shift to the slow and hellish elongated grooves reminiscent of Doom Metal and mainly Black Sabbath on a couple of tracks.

"I'm The One" goes full Country, an athletic acoustic guitar bustles in the silence between Danzig's musings, a lone hi hat holds the tempo down with its steady rattle. It feels as if the track will erupt into overdrive but it never quite comes. Its followed by a string of sterling songs that lead to "Blood And Tears", a slower, sorrowful song that plays like an old timers ballad, peaked by a solo and illuminated by the soft glow of a buried organ. The record is a shade better than its predecessor, my enjoyment still feels a little limited but it gets steadily more infectious with more exposure. I really get the impression these records would of dazzled be blind in my youth!

Favorite Tracks: Killer Wolf, Her Black Wings, Blood And Tears

Rating: 8/10

Wartime "Fast Food For Thought" (1990)

This obscure "side project" EP is the brainchild of bassist Andrew Weiss, who invites his fellow band mate Henry Rollins to lay down the vocals in his typical style. The duo are both from the Rollins Band however Wartime is a different beast, Rollins' unshakable style remains grounded over Weiss' instrumentals that take an Industrial, Funk laden, bass driven approach. Some of the core grooves can be heard in similarity to the pairs main ambition however "Fast Food For Thought" comes off as an unapologetic, noisy hash of idea's with a backbone of grooving funk.

Its aesthetic is of the age, dainty factory setting percussive tracks lined with bongo hits set the tempo for Weiss' monstrous distorted bass tones, dripping in texture with warping gurgles and snarling oscillations. It makes a racket, multiple baselines, some popped and slapped, a sprinkling of acoustic guitar licks and the occasional synth, samples make an overwhelming roaring backdrop for the man with the big mouth to direction your attention to the themes that inspired the food for thought.

Two years before "The End Of Silence" we hear Rollins defining his loud mouthed shouted vocal style at its inception. His tone, delivery and intense presence is a great match for the noisy instrumentals. The lyrical themes and words themselves are a little soft and obvious in terms of craft of rhyme. The topics and points made are certainly worth your time but the poetry is stitched together with obvious, simplistic links that have Rollins sounding like a 90s parody rapper in some respects, despite the words having a measure of weight to them.

The whole thing plays like a singular track with no break in tone, consistency or texture. Its very upfront, immediate and riddled with "dated" sounds but that's part of the charm of digging out this forgotten relic from one of my favorite bands. In a way it feels like some great ideas were born here, with Rollins' vocal style evolving and Weiss' burgeoning riffs amping the duo for their greatest collaboration when returning to Rollins Band in 92. Well worth your time if your a fan.

Favorite Tracks: Right To Life, The Whole Truth
Rating: 6/10

Fugazi "Repeater + 3 Songs" (1990)

One, two, three, four, Ribena! No, not the fruit drink, repeater is the word! A misheard lyric I just corrected myself on as I looked up the track listing preparing to write. "Repeater + 3 Songs" is the bundling of Fugazi's critically acclaimed debut record and a 3 track EP released months earlier in 1989. I've been meaning to get around to Ian MacKaye's music for sometime and was delighted to find something quite attuned to the Post-Punk and Hardcore sounds Ive been listening to recently. "Repeater" is fantastic for reasons I can't put my finger on. Its easy on the ears, full of life and energy with a raw authenticity that tackles the harder subject matter.

Formerly just the brainchild of guitarist, singer, MacKaye, "Repeater" is the turning point where the group decided to write music together. Its apparent they have a golden chemistry in this moment as an organic and free sound emerges that loosens the conventional song structures to allow all sorts of magic to happen between the guitars and drums with plenty of rhythm breaking and noisy atmospheric guitars to break up the repetitive riffs with expansive sounds often playing with feedback and reverbs. Much of whats hard about Hardcore remains in the moments of aggressive guitar playing as hints of Post-Punk, Rock and Grunge play into their sound but mostly its one of those records that's carved its own niche.

The records best tracks feature vibrant bass lines with a warm, bold, golden tone that the guitars play expansive riffs over, bursting Post-Rock like atmospheres into pockets of the songs. The drums join in too between conventional beats and syncopate with the instruments. MacKaye and Picciotto take turns on vocals and both of them bring a passion with light screams and emotional singing to further illuminate the energy exuding from the instrumentals. The whole chemistry is a fine thing and there is something rather momentary about this record that has been captured in a gorgeous recording that has stood the test of time, sounding fantastic to this day. Between its best songs a couple don't reach the same mark but that's simply a compliment to how excellent some of these tracks are. A deep, artful rock record with a slightly aggressive overtone addressing heavy subjects.

Favorite Tracks: Turnover, Repeater, Blueprint, Sieve-Fisted Find, Shut The Door

Rating: 8/10

Cryptic Slaughter "Speak Your Peace" (1990)

Cryptic Slaughter are an American Crossover Thrash band from the 80s who had a very young line up, in terms of age, during in their short six year life span. They released four full length records, this being their last released in the same year that they split up. Their debut was released in 86 when some of the members were only 16 years old! Young bands are more common in today's freedom of access internet driven music scenes, back then it was rather a rarity. As a crossover band Cryptic Slaughter had more of a Thrash leaning on the guitars and drums, mixing up common techniques with Hardcore sounds too, the music themes and open mindedness of the record leans more so in the other direction. As a fan of both Hardcore Punk and Thrash Metal I was keen to give this one a listen, as I have heard the bands name mentioned by many reputable artists.

"Speak Their Peace" made its mark on me through its political, social and philosophical statements. There's a lot of observation and reflection apparent in the lyrics which make thoughtful points about the environment, society, ethics and a cynical criticism of the often overlooked issues in society. On the title track the line "I'm sick of hearing there is nothing we can do, I'm sick of hearing that nothing ever changes, well change changes, what we do gets done" really truck me. Brilliant denial of pessimistic attitudes. Its a rebellious soundtrack of alternative ideas that are rooted in logic and reason with a warm dose of compassion.

The instrumentals accompanying the angry shouting voice of injustice are also rather dense with substance and ideas. The tone is heavy in mood rather than texture with many riffs walking from one to the next, interlacing discords between moments of heaviness. The baselines don't shy away from the stage playing a big warm role jumping out between the silence of the distortion guitar and climbing the fret-board for higher notes too. In general it plays rather organically with each moment unraveling into the next, never settling still and continually moving into the next orchestrated riff section, occasionally throwing in half measures and often varying on repetitions.

It adds up to thirty three minutes of energetic, to the point Crossover that makes its point firmly. Its got attitude and a guitar style that sets it apart from other bands. Although its Thrash can be thrashy, and its Hardcore commonplace too its the continual meshing of the two ideas that roots it in a unique place. The recordings production is solid for the time, nothing is especially clear or sublime but each instrument fits into the mix so well, its a very balanced construct that lets the music do all the talking.

Favorite Tracks: Insanity By The Numbers, Speak Your Peace, Killing Time

Rating: 8/10

Dead Can Dance "Aion" (1990)

Here's a fascinating record that was sent to me by a dear friend, I've had it on repeat often and have been looking forward to sharing this gem. Dead Can Dance are an Australian duo who formed in 1981 and have produced eight records under a myriad of musical styles and influences mostly from within the sounds that emerged from Post-Punk and Neoclassical. On this record we get a strong Medieval vibe that feels recreational and purist in spirit but lets a few modern musical ideas in to great effect. The records cover features a tiny snip-it from the Triptych "The Garden Of Earthly Delights" from the early Renaissance era.

In a truly recreation style the dramatic moments of this record follow the breath taking performances of Lisa Gerrard, who's vocals transform time and age with a stunningly powerful and spiritual performance that changes ones surroundings to the aged wood oak of church pews. You can feel the cold stone beneath your feet, the robes around ones body, the smell of candles drift by as we get a feeling of our ancestry through sublime Gregorian chants. Brendan Perry also gives enigmatic performances that are transforming as if from a man not of this time. Its truly remarkable and the backing vocalists that join them on a couple of tracks also give a spirited performance.

The record drifts between three types of song, some instrumentals composed though sounds of the era, vocally led numbers with minimal compliment, like an organ or bagpipes and songs that trip gently into modern ideas through the use of 4/4 drum beats. It's the use of rigid drum machines and sequenced electronic instruments that gives this record a point of interest. Not to tip the scale in either direction they are both recreational sounds and inventive elements. For example "Black Sun" has the most rigid and repetitive sounds looping from a sequencer and its atmosphere is less purist as a result, yet its also one of my favorites for its captivating atmosphere.

Its a mixed bag of nostalgic treats, all of which has been a joy to indulge in. Id like to hear more of this group, however it would appear that something different should be expected of each record in their discography, which in a way gives me more reasons to give them a chance considering the quality of this one. I'm left curious as to how often I'll get an inkling to return to this one.

Favorite Songs: The Song Of The Sibyl, Fortune Presents Gifts Not According To The Book, Black Sun

Rating: 8/10

Lard "The Last Temptation Of Reid" (1990)

Investigating some of Industrial legends Ministry's many side projects I stumbled into the abruptly named "Lard" that features Dead Kennedys singer Jello Biafra alongside the Ministry lineup of the time. Delightfully for me it retains a lot of the attitude and industrial aggression of the group at their peak, with Jello's vocals providing a slightly maniac dimension. The biggest point of contention would be the chemistry between the two. Having spotted Biafra in Ministry's "In Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up" live show VHS it wasn't quite a surprise to find the musicians from different scenes has struck up a friendship. Jello's theatrical and flamboyant style is a little soar against the rigid industrial sounds of drummer Ward's machine like timing and Jourgensen's mechanical guitar riffs. It grows with each listen but never finds the right cohesion.

The guitar work is undeniably in the same vein as Ministry at their best, the drums too, and much of whats on offer feels like it could be reworked and slipped into one of their classic records. At times some Hardcore Punk influences show their merit but the main separation is the inclusion other musical ideas, some punk, some more melodic, cropping up in-between the repetitive onslaught of the instrumental Industrial beast. Of what sounds best, is mostly of what that is most familiar, however the track "They're Coming To Take Me Away" steals the show with a dark, grizzly and haunting march through the sounds of mental insanity as a gritty baseline plugs away behind a military drum march that as the sounds of screams and cries filling the void between scary coo coo clocks. Jello gets his performance spot on with his creepy "Hee hee", "Ha Ha" and "Hoo Hoo"s. Its a dizzying track of metal darkness but makes its point splendidly. Great record for a Ministry fan, but nothing to spectacular taking place.

Favorite Song: They're Coming To Take Me Away

Rating: 6/10

Carnage "Dark Recollections" (1990)

In the mood for some oldskool Death Metal I scoured the Internet for something new and discovered this cult record hailed as a "forgotten classic". Carnage are a small unheard of band from Växjö Sweden who, in their short lived career, released this one full length album on the legendary Earache records. Judging from their band photo the group were young and very much into the trending Death Metal scene which was to peak in this era with some fine records of which the tone and style is comparable to this. The group was founded by Michael Amott of Carcass, who after dissolving Carnage would go on to form the highly successful Arch Enemy.

"Dark Recollections" is a dark and dingy record. With low tonal guitar sounds in their infancy, the dated mixing becomes apparent as serious volume is required to hear the depth of whats going on. With the decibels raised the record holds up well considering the era and size of the band, its an impressive mix despite their being a nonexistent span of sound in the mid to mid-low range on the EQ. The low guitars have ripped, crunchy texture that masks the bass with its low end sound, the drum kit is well represented in the mix and despite not having a big sounds it does well to bring some brutality into the fold. The vocals are raw, gruff shouts and screams that are mixed above the rest of the instrumentation, with a flash of reverb they have a now "classic" vibe about them, as much retrospection will do.

The guitar riffage is the main focus and has a Post-Thrash feel in its faster moments, with slower grooves and guitar techniques that are distinguished by lead breaks that follow atonal, chromatic principles, giving the record its "death" feel beside the aesthetic. Theirs plenty of good riffs, often highlighted by the drumming which breaks up the flow, crashing in with symbols alongside the crushing guitar chords to transition between riffs. It remains on the lighter side with kick to snare tempos that occasionally dive into a blast.

The records given some break out moments by lead guitar solos that are often short in nature, sounding fantastic with a vibrant tone, but technically immature, a few hammer-ons and harmonics thats given its spark by tone and excessive reverb. There's one moment in "Torn Apart" where a dark synth is used before a lead solo, its a nice injection of mood that unfortunately is only featured on this one track. Although a couple of other bands experimented with Death Metal and synth (Nocturnus), it sounds like it could of worked for them too. Great record with a good aesthetic and musicianship, often reminding me of Entombed's "Clandestine". Good memories.

Favorite Tracks: Torn Apart, Gentle Exhuming, Outro

Rating: 7/10

Ice Cube "Amerikkka's Most Wanted" (1990)

American rapper Ice Cube may have a different reputation in this generation, but back in the 90s he was one of Hip Hops finest. He made an explosive debut with N.W.A. on "Straight Outta Compton", an all round classic that set the group on a course for world domination. Cube made a sudden departure from the group in 89 following disputes over his contributions the the lyrical contributions on N.W.A. and Eazy-E's albums. He was the groups most talented rapper and walking away from something as prolific as N.W.A. was a bold move. In retrospect it has served him well. "Amerikkka's Most Wanted" is Cubes solo debut and one of the first rap albums I got my hands on. As a kid I loved this record and having picked it up for the first time in years I was blown away by the lyrical and instrumental content of this record. Its still angry, violent and explosive, and more so feels relevant following the racial unrest in America in response to police brutality. "How the fuck do you figure, that I can say peace and the gunshots will cease? Every cop killer goes ignored, they just send another nigga to the morgue". Not only relevant, but a sad reminder this has been going on for decades.

Cube has it all, voice, flow, lyrics and inspiration. We find him here at his peak, delivering a record fueled by anger and frustration towards racism, police brutality and social injustice, as well as aiming some raps at radio stations and telling stories of life in the wrong neighborhoods. His flow is sublime, a fast yet sturdy pace delivering fueled raps with an audible grace, every word is crisp and easy to follow. The content is even stronger, Cubes story telling is engaging, passionate and structured. Every track keeps you locked in to the stories which unfold steadily. Theres a lack a filler, Cube keeps banging out the rhymes from start to end with many tracks ending with a sudden feeling as Cubes intensity fails to dwindle before the end of the verse. His engaging and charismatic style is genuine, one of the most talented to grace the mic.

Lyrically this record is extremely progressive in the context of a rappers freedom to express oneself. Its no surprise coming from the group who drew FBI's interest with the classic "Fuck The Police" that Cube would kick up the heat with violent and aggressive raps, flirting with sexist and racist themes that would make this record a focus for controversy and censorship, ultimately paving the way for more expressive freedom in the future of Hip Hop. For all thats ruthless or vulgar depending on your perspective, it comes in a relevant and necessary context as Cube raps stories about crack dens, drive byes and a girl from the projects who claims to bare his unborn child. Cubes dynamic story telling here is stark and unforgiving, telling everything how he sees it, not dressing it up for record sales or commercial success, which this record ironically became a huge success at the time. 

Cube's known as a west coast rapper, but on this record we have production from the legendary Bomb Squad who work with Public Enemy. Their contribution is monumental, providing the backing for Cube that makes this record a classic. Their beats are energetic and layered, bringing that unpredictable and dizzying sound, but packaging it up with a flavor that really differentiates the style from their work with Public Enemy. These beats have got bounce, groove, and best of all they are crafted and catered to Cubes input, following his lead and providing plenty of breaks and variants to keep these songs vibrant as Cubes mesmerizing raps suck you along the course of these instrumentals. Its a fantastic chemistry, one we will never hear again, and for all the positives I've talked about, it has to be said the second half of this album is a grade behind the opening 8 tracks, after the comedic track "A Gangsta's Fairytale" the albums sound and tempo varies as production from Sir Jinx doesn't follow the energy laid down by The Bomb Squad, the track "Who's The Mack" even sounds like a prelude to Ice Cubes later releases. Blinding album, the first half of which is pure classic.

Favorite Tracks: First half of album.

Rating: 9/10