A Perfect Circle "Mer De Noms" (2000)

 

Having let this one simmer for months now, Its clear that direct comparisons to Tool are somewhat of a disservice. Although a mellower draft of the Alternative slash Progressive Metal they conjured in the 90s, Keenan's A Perfect Circle has its own defining character, a textural feast of broody subconscious fixations boiling up to the surface. Many of these songs define themselves in the gradual intensities that fester from steely acoustic guitars and calmer passages. Keenan guides through the storms, illuminating an emotion connection as the clouds bring rain and thunder.

Its brilliantly orchestrated, a cascade of groaning guitars wail unyielding melodies that cry out like wounded voices. Occasionally a keen groove or sharp rhythm take hold through the power of the riff but more often does the music revel on its expansive lead guitars that howl emotional pains. In contrast, its soothing passages play adorned by sunset melodies and Ethereal reverberations. Its a beautiful relationship, a sombre melancholy stews beneath, lurching into the raw beast of visceral hurt that created it.

This manifests wonderfully in the albums best songs yet with the rest of the lineup following suit, most songs are not quite as grabbing outside the album experience. With a few brief moments the pallet opens up, like on Sleeping Beauty, an electronic tone dreamily chimes in towards its closing. It would of been nice to hear more of that expansion as the records pallet gets worn a little thin with the cyclical approach to each song. A more consistent record and fitting conclusion to this journey for now.

Rating: 6/10

A Perfect Circle "Thirteenth Step" (2003)

 

Now a fully fledged Tool convert, it seemed logical I'd enjoy more of Maynard's voice, having grown so fond of his unique persona. A Perfect Circle was formed in union with guitarist Billy Howerdel, while Tool where in their prime and working on Lateralus. Mistakenly I though this was the bands debut, however Thirteenth Step is actually their sophomore which also features James Iha, formerly of The Smashing Pumpkins.

Parallels to Maynard's mainstay are all to easy to state. As a similar ensemble of Alternative Metal, its the later that recoils in the wake of acoustic guitar leads. Wailing and whirling in reverbs, its melodies brood on brown tones and cold shimmering aesthetics. A Gothic echo lingers as touches of Shoegaze noise and Ethereal atmosphere creates a distant emotive cry, often feeling sorrowful without empathy.

The music lingers on its textural flavors. Organic, progressive unravelings of nurtured tensions brew, occasionally sprouting into aggressive spurts. These lively floruishings, Its best moments, are what makes the record so disappointing. After drudging through overcast windy affairs of acoustic drabness, the excitement only seems to emerge upon the arrival of distortion guitars. These moments are etched in the Tool blueprint.

To name the few, Weak And Powerless, The Outside and Pet. All brilliant songs, yet do little to define A Perfect Circle. Everything else that does was simply to dull and aimless. Reasonable to have on in the background but after many listens I simply couldn't find anything deep to latch onto. I may give this journey up already.

Rating: 5/10

King Geedorah "Take Me To Your Leader" (2003)

 

Operating under the alias of Godzilla's three headed nemesis, the beast King Ghidorah, prolific hip hop entrepreneur, rapper, producer, MF Doom puts his talents to work. Take Me To Your Leader is an oddity, an album standing apart from the norm with its quirky thematic charm. Emerging from the ashes of old Godzilla flicks and Ishirō Honda's "Invasion Of Astro Monster", vocal and action snippets revive a unique vision to life. Monster Zero runs by as a keenly cinematic track, unloading its samples front to back without a verse, as does title track too later on in its thirteen tracks.

Between the instrumental passages of crafty world building, a diverse range of voices drop onto the mic. Mostly rhyme riddled and intricate in nature, lyrical games play out on the bars, adept with flow, woven with tricksy word play and verbal acrobatics, the focus shifts as the album matures. With such talents strutting, the subject material often slips into bombast and prowess as these emcees rhyme hard. In its transitions, the spectacle remains, suiting this novel packaging for a memorable listen.

The beats rapped over are relatively straightforward. Its the source material and obscure movie dialog sampling that gives this production an undeniable charm. The firm mix of Soul and Jazz gets obscured by a string section focus. The occasional Sci-Fi theme's spice up the overall vibe and tend to find themselves paired with stints of sampling as the guest verses end up on the Jazz Hop leaning cuts. Although capable of dissecting its composition, the elements are gripping throughout, making for a record difficult to critique on its own merits. If this suits your preferences, you'll adore!

Rating: 7/10

Type O Negative "Life Is Killing Me" (2003)

 

Consistency is a thickly thing among bands amassing the years and albums. Maturing into their second decade, I anticipated a dip. With a sound no longer reflecting scenes of the time, Life Is Killing Me firmly solidifies the genius of this group. Stripping out the crass comical skits and experimental noise design interludes, Type O Negative ram another compact disc full with seventy plus minutes of moody Gothic tinged delight.

Their eclecticism runs amuck, new territory conquered and past roots resurrected. The pumping Hardcore Punk energy of Slow, Deep and Hard returns, accompanied by classic horror cheese synths. Fresh worldly instrumentation inflects accents in breezy unison with their motif. Somehow the experience comes intermingled with wretched bursts of sludgy Doom Metal riffage, Life Is Killing Me seems to offer it all again.

No thematic arc seems prevalent, simply a string of fantastic songs. Easily jumping among its more diverse territories, dense atmospheres and ripe attitudes always accompany. Steele seems evidentially distressed. Troubled by medical and identity issues, a handful of lyrics catch the ear as "overpaid meat magicians" are taken aim at professionals I can only assume gave him news he didn't want to hear. That and "I know I'm strange, I ain't no queer" turns up unfavorable attitudes lost to time.

Its a humble reminder of the human fragility behind the mesmerizing power of music, a touch unsavory in places yet his singing is quite the opposite. Leaning further into harmony and tenderness, the vulnerable side of a burly voice expresses captivating melodies with a keen pop sensibility among the 90s Alternative Metal vibes and doomed gothic romance he conjures. A bleeding heart performance, with sore pains and bleak suffering upfront yet not falling folly to shoutings barbaric aggression.

Thus its fifteen offer up fantastical conjurings which any fan will pluck some favorites. For me, IYDKMIGTHTKY a clear favorite. As Peter chants, "Gimme that", a snaky guitar grooves broods intensely in contrast to its shoegazing verses. The pivot into a hypnotic Synth whirl as he cries "If you don't kill me" an absolute delight. I could drone on but its rather simple, a quality record, lacking soaring peaks but absent of valleys along its path too. Just one record left to enjoy now. What a discovery!

Rating: 8/10

Steve Roach "Mystic Chords & Sacred Spaces" (2003)

As of late, I've needed focus and calm. With Mystic Chords & Sacred Spaces, I've found that, a spiritual soothing far from hurried. In search of temporal meditations to aid the mind, Steve Roach's daunting discography has gems to be unearthed. Its knowing where to look that's tricky. With apt research into online discussion, the record popped up alongside his classics on occasion. As a massive 150 minute experience, it serves as a majestic ethereal tone setter, devoid of any sense of structure.

Each track dissolves into the next as its array of dense soundscapes are explored, carved apart with the notable aesthetic shifts. Melody and rhythm are absent, this is all about texture explored through temporal organics as its existence sways to the whims of winds, the invisible hand. Every moment is singular and unmovable, yet in a constant state of shimmering change. Sure, a few eventful transitions and animated passages are wedged in sporadically but for the most part, its mesmerizing demeanor hinges on the deep reverberations that birth these shapeless musical forms.

 Its first half is superior, a select cut of lengthy sessions, each reveling in their particular flavor. The second half plays more like a jam session, split into parts as tones are transformed on the fly. Its leads to shorter cuts that don't quite fit the meditative format. Whats remarkable is how masterfully Steve constructs these sounds. Despite being somewhat predictable in nature, they still conjure and evoke a stillness in the mind of this listener. Oracle was the track that did that best for me.

Rating: 6/10

Old Man's Child "In Defiance Of Existence" (2003)

Having now joined the ranks of longtime friends Dimmu Borgir, Galder returns to Old Man's Child with a masterstroke of composure. For all his bold and gallant melodies, the darkly power chord shredding and blushes of symphonic might. On this occasion, his ideas arrive united with a seamless cohesion as the enjoyable yet cheesy and simplistic pleasures fall wayside to musical ideas executed with vision and purpose.

From start to end In Defiance Of Existence drives its devious themes with intent that delivers many remarkable outbursts of color and energy between the foundations of extreme metallic intensity. Pivoting away from pure power chords, Galder unleashes his new found tremolo shredding heard on Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia. He also revives the Spanish acoustic guitar to great effect, complimenting the distortion guitars on occasion and gracing us with the stunning interlude In Quest Of Enigmatic Dreams.

So much of the albums pleasures derive from the simplicity of composition. Subtle background synths enrich fiery guitar riffs. Galder's screams are measured, deeper in tone, essentially subdued forms of the raspy howling serpent that came before. The distortion guitar texture is gorgeous, a thick and versatile tone that doesn't overpower. Best of all its drum aesthetics are on point. The snare snaps, the bass kicks pop. Sounding crisp and sharp, its fit for any blast beat or bouncy groove that is demanded.

There is a question to be asked, how much this fine production shapes Galder's music? To my ears, a shift is present in his writing style. He seeks out gratification through a songs trajectory, with frequent luminous, wondrous guitar solos and climactic riffs built up to with craft and care. The keys do drop in with big melodies on occasion but mostly they follow the growing momentum of a track. There is a variety of tones too, sometimes exchanging its roll as the lead instrument. With this approach the nine songs have a lot to offer without a single weak spot.

Its clearly Old Man's Child's finest hour, a nightly ride of fiery, fun and passionate Symphonic Black Metal. Its extreme yet appealing to the warmer sensibilities of melody and rhythm than its evil theatrics suggest, like much of the back catalog. With news of another album in the works, I hope the absence brings Galder the inspiration to reach these peaks again as this record is an affirmation of his musical brilliance.

 

Rating: 9/10

Dimmu Borgir "Death Cult Armageddon" (2003)

 

A conclusion for now, the last of the great Dimmu Borgir records. Death Cult Armaggedon was the first release I lapped up as a fully fledged fan. Its nostalgia is immense for me. Having convinced my circle of sixth form friends to buy it on release, it became a soundtrack to our friendship exploring the world of extreme music. The reason I say Its the last of their greats is because DCA ventures into the lavish orchestral avenue, ditching traditional key tones. Both Galder and Silenoz's guitar styles undergo an evolution away from constant power chords too. Although these songs are a far cry from their classic sound, this stride is phenomenal and everything they tried is golden. I can't say the same for the following In Sorte Diablo.

Song after song is utterly embellished by the orchestral instruments. Dimmu's extreme metal aesthetic would sound lost without it. The union is wonderful, bringing a rich sense of cinema to the drive of Barker's batter drums and aggressive guitar grooves which stomp and grind from end to end. A couple songs, namely Lepers Among Us and Cataclysm Children, ride the storms without the Prague Philharmonic Orchestra behind them. Evenly spaced, they break up the albums flow, injecting more devilish brutality as Dimmu get into some of their hardest, crunchiest songs to date.

The album excels on all fronts but as Dimmu do, their song structures always lead to interesting places. Plunges of darkness and other abstract arrangements give each song a real trajectory to venture upon after the verse and chorus have been established. Each song has a defining component, a special musical passage, making it hard to skip a beat. Perhaps more so than any record before it, they get a little closer to a whole experience. DCA is one album I love to listen to all the way through.

Everyone is pretty much on their best game. Shagrath delivers his demonic howls as usual with some adventurous manipulations too, possibly with the aid of pedals. It contributes to the albums lean and mean texture, occasionally with an Industrial brush as mechanical noises and swells of ambiguity feature sporadically. Its a harsh, rapid storm of malevolent metallic music that evolves across its ambitious arc. First with Blood Hunger Doctrine, DCA open up. A slower tempo pounds out a thumping groove from the rhythm section and offers respite on journey to a fantastical conclusion.

ICS Vortex unleashes his beautiful heathen voice on the albums second Norwegian track. The chemistry with the pianos is stunning. I love how this band can fit illustrious melodies between rapid blast beat assaults. Eradication Instincts Defined is where the concluding magic begins. Its orchestra into so memorable and vivid. One can picture the devastation war brings over the natural beauty of mother earth, as if flying over the fields of war. Shagrath crashes the song into a fury with a length scream that sets this epic on its way. Its lengthy venture leads us into the sirens of war and devastation as the albums longest number unfolds after it.

Unorthodox Manifest's audio scenery of war depicted against the cry's of hail Satan sets off a chilling saga. The band pivot from what seems like a regular song into some of its harshest blasts, leading into a roaring epic, flush with melodies and amazing guitar solos that interchange and play off to the highest magnitude. Its such a surge of energy, that seems like only a fade out was appropriate, unable to land the beast they unleashed with a single strike. Its one of the bands more remarkable songs.

Although I often consider the three prior albums to be superior, writing my thoughts out on DCA makes me reconsider. This was a group of musicians with far more maturity and direction then they had armed themselves with before. Galder and Barker brought much to the band, transitioning them again to the frontier of Extreme Metal. Although Dimmu are considered Black Metal, its far from the tradition. They are their own powerhouse of evil and on this occasion manifested a vision to perfection.

Rating: 10/10

The Kovenant "SETI" (2003)

 

Well here is a fascinating band I have sat on for far too long. Becoming a recent obsession again, it is finally time to dive into a peculiar band with an abridging discography spanning their unique transition across the spectrum of Metal. They helped forge a significant portion in the musical landscape of my youth. I discovered them through the CKY movie soundtracks sometime before this albums release. As the forth of four, it is the duo of Lex Icon and Psy Coma's final offering, with the specter of the supposedly fully written, fifth, unreleased record Aria Galactica left in limbo to this day.

For me, this band have never set a foot wrong, with each of the albums living up to its own vision. SETI, however is a notably trendy record, aligning somewhat with the rapidly rising Rammstein sound. Its an Industrial Metal romp rocking strong symphonic and electronic instruments with a mild hangover from their Black Metal days. Its complexity is notably less lavish compared to what came before but in this simplicity a catchy stride is struck.

 

This brings me to my favorite aspect, each of the songs have character and theme that sets them apart from one another. Embroiled in the post Nu-Metal vibes of that era, the duo seem to have an ear for what makes the downtrodden anthems tick, repackaging them in their spacey, synth heavy take on this popular strand. SETI has a handful of songs I wouldn't blink twice if I heard blaring in the intermissions at Metal festivals and clubs. The reality is a sad one though, these legends are very much overlooked and forgotten having barely toured since this final records release.

The record ebbs and flows between slabs of stomping distortion guitar led groove and melodic counterparts of estranged cyberpunk synth, the songs often finding its climax when they fire on all cylinders. Equally from track to track it alternates with slower anthems. Star By Star, Stillborn Universe, The Perfect End open up with moody singalongs that have something wonderful emanating through the walls of sound. This is a dense record, a barrage of Industrial kit sounds give the meaty sound depth as peculiar key tones drive home its potent melodies. They often pull up a classic old school monster flick spooky synth sound that is just delight to indulge with.

In the madness of thick instrumentation the pair are quite adventurous with the vocals, the best comes when brooding melancholy lyrics from a burly voice. Between it all, a variety of intensities often harking back to harsh Black Metal screams gives the whole record bursts of raw aggression that is fantastic. Early on strong operatic female vocals are worked in like resonate symphonies drawing in more expectant vibes to deliver the massively cosmic and astral tone the music encompasses. Neon would be a keen example of diversity as drawing in Eastern sounds adds to the flavor, somehow making them beautifully alien in the process.

This record potentially has one flaw and that is length. Filling a CD up at a bold sixty seven minutes, many of these numbers crossing the 6 minute mark and seem lengthy with the repetition loaded in song structures. Yet it is not so, these songs are so infectious they hold you in. The weaker cuts do find themselves towards the end however they all give you something unique, speaking of which, it ends on a cover of The Memory Remains. Originally by Metallica, its a rocky cover, not quite finding the groove but when the sing along melody hits, the operatic vocal brings it in wonderfully. All things said, this record is etched into my soul somewhat. I've adored this band for so long and think its a massive shame they are not known of more. Diving back into these records and writing about it will be some good therapeutic fun however!

Rating: 9/10

Killing Joke "Killing Joke" (2003)

 
One of our first musical journeys of old is that of Killing Joke, which remains unfinished having gotten a little tiring wading through their lengthy and varied discography. The group split after Democracy and then seven years later reunited for this second self titled record which resembles some of the excellence displayed on the most recent Pylon. I was aware of its legend, having brought Dave Grohl of Nirvana onboard to play drums. The two bands historically had a record label dispute over the resemblance of Come As You Are to Eighties. If I remember the story, that have Dave actually discovered Killing Joke, becoming a big fan and offering his services here.

This second self titled offering is a concise construct of crunching distortion guitars and battering drums led by front man Jaz Coleman's commanding presences. He shapes the musics angular, aggressive tone to fit his dystopian mold of political corruption and corporate influence leading us down a path of total control. Practically every song reaches into this topicality, criticizing institutional powers and delving into paranoid, conspiratorial takes on world events. A lot of it is agreeable and some steps a little beyond my own personal acceptance but as an artistic expression the instrumentals illuminate his stance.  Much of it has aged well but a few over reaching tracks like Implant inferring control through DNA and micro chip insertion sound outlandish. Then again we all walk around with personal portable tracking devices in our pockets and most people whimsically send of blood samples to data broker firms in the guise of learning about heritage as well as health.

This theme is one I engage with, it gets me thinking where lyrics are not usually not a key focal point for me, It was nice to have that dimension bring challenge. The instrumentals behind them vary song to song but are for the most part excellent. Blood On Your Hands out stands out as an exemplary song. Brooding Industrial drives of hypnotic force erupts into cyclical intensity as high lead guitar noise wails over looping bass lines. Its the typical affair, big slabs of crunchy sound droning in repetition with verse chorus shifts between riffs. Lots of meaty palm mute chugging rhythms counterpart to expansive guitar constructs that pivot from the mechanical drive into atmospheric plunges. Its pretty much the best of what this band have done over the years rolled up into a new package. Not entirely persuasive if not in the right mood but certainly an impressive comeback record!

Rating: 7/10

Bathory "Nordland II" (2003)

Nordland is a mighty double album, two hours of spirited nostalgic lore and viking aggression without a weak spot. All from the same recording session and with little distinction between its two halves, it is simply an epic musical output by an inspired musician finding new ground. That's an important point to linger on, it would be all to easy to describe this as a return to roots. Although it has the spirit of a Hammerheart, or Twilight Of The Gods, this is a rather forward thinking pair of albums, refining and rebuilding the chemistry that defines it, introducing new elements along the way too.

With keyboard synths and cultural instruments, stringed and woodwind, the symphonic aspect feels fleshed out and spirited acting as the sail for many melodies to carry the music forth alongside the swells of male heathen choirs and metallic force. Its never a glum affair, much of the atmospheres conjured have might and pride, an uplift sailing against winds and rain. The harsher realities of ancient rural life trumped by the glory of natures unforgiving beauty and human life among it.

Each song feels poignant in its narrative, gleaming melodies swell, riding into shifts of tone. Guitars, synths and choral voices interchange to hold over lengthy songs with excitement. Quorthon sings with one of his fairest performances given his authentic singing, which is challenged. He utilizes his strengths, not straining and often refraining with a spoken word temperament that electrifies the many choral arrangements that proceed him. Where songs of old were driven by fresh ideas, this collection really explores whats possible with more musical involvement on all fronts.

The metallic element is a keen one too. His rhythm guitars are initially more of a backing element but with Dragons Breath and a couple numbers or Nordland II, he delivers some bouts of cunning aggression that triumph over anything from the Trash Metal era and meld so well with otherwise melody oriented music. The lead guitars are a blessing too, not only peaking with rampant shredding solos but hitting bold with striking metallic melodies into the songs at regular intervals.

To summarize, this is undoubtedly revisiting his Viking Metal glory days but with such a refreshing attitude. These songs are given so much love and care that they come to life on a new level with deeply involved song writing. Better sound design and use of instruments outside the norm flesh out its theme well. Strides are made on all fronts however thumbing over the tracks again one by one, Ive got to say it does feel as if the more rhythm guitar driven songs end up on the second album. It has the darker charm with a more aggressive temperament. Its been a fun journey and this is one heck of a note to end on, even if it was sadly not planed as so. It will always be a curiosity to think what might of followed but great to know he found his way again after a patchy series of albums.

Rating: 7/10

Fairyland "Of Wars in Osyhria" (2003)

This short lived band from France only released a trio albums, this being the first. Of Wars in Osyhria has been an absolute pleasure that has got me questioning my stance on Power Metal. First Sabaton blew me away and now this! Two totally different beasts but now I am seeing the lines that get blurred between the Symphonic Extreme Metal I love, for example Dimmu Borgir, and where Power Metal shares some similarities in embracing keys and strings. In particular, a relatively unknown outfit called Stormlord had a stunning fusion of Black Metal and this style of fantasy led symphony on their At The Gates Of Utopia record! The Metal was far more dominate and overpowering of its fantasy string section but the tone is very similar!
 

That initial comparison gave me an anchored entry into this record and swiftly did I grow to appreciate the absence of shouts and screams! Fairyland have given the spotlight to the layers of glorious synths ushering in hugely magical and imaginative soundscapes. Its actually the drum kit that brings in an extreme angle, driving the music along with thunderous intention, battering with an intensity to raise the stakes as the guitars tend to chug and churn underneath the rich symphony. Electrified lead licks and solos do occasionally blaze into the light but the keys are king here. Acording to the wiki only one keyboardist is employed at a time, I wonder how they pull of such a lavish sound live, its clearly layered and dense.

These songs dazzle there way through epic themes of might and magic, heroism in battle, good versus evil, all in a glorious stride that could encompass a typical Fantasy genre tone. Particularly Warcraft in places, echoing Glenn Stafford's genius soundtracks. Its wonderfully written, the songs continuously swoon in and out of oozing arrangements of gleaming melodies that give me goosebumps again and again. The balance is stunning, songs are structured with recurring sections that punch with weight after the dancing through progressive tangents tirelessly. Its sixty five minutes don't let up for a moment, a ceaseless magic that gushes forth right to the very end, the last few notes being admittedly underwhelming to bow out on.
 

Ive actually binged this record hard and its still working for me. I feel like Ive found another diamond that will be with more for the rest of time. The only weak spot Ive encountered is the vocals, Elisa Martin's operatic voice is a sturdy fit, powerful, strong and theatrical, only her accent puts a noticeable hindrance on the pronunciation of certain words. Its a minor qualm. Alongside her, the occasional chiming powerful male voices unite and plenty of choral voices enrich this avenue too. Its a thick and dense onslaught of instruments, crescendo by the lavish dance of stunning symphonies. Truly a marvelous record, can't wait for the next one!

Rating: 9/10

Strapping Young Lad "SYL" (2003)

Needing an outlet to vent his post-911 emotions and anger, the Canadian musician reunited the band after a four year hiatus. The resulting SYL, effectively self titled, is the most notably akin to Devin Townend's solo records. Its heavy on the electronics in a layered sense as many guitar riffs are backed by beams of bright synth erupting through the wall of sound. With a lack of Industrial grit and maniacal energy, bar an explosive dose on Rape Song, it occasionally looses the unique Strapping vibe as some guitar sections feel interchangeable with other extreme bands. That's not put the record down, its solid from start to end and a delightful exercise in heavy heavy's sake. The problem is its extremities are not up to par with the likes of City and Alien.

It does however rattle off a timeless classic with Aftermath, a song that strips back groove to its simplest form and hammers it out in repeating cycles of amplified intensity. Its pounding, tribal, primitive and when breaking away from its obnoxious guitar chugging, goes full throttle on blast beats and wall of sound ecstasy. The following Devour is another riot of feverish excess that boasts its own obnoxious one note "breakdown" riff in its mid section. It starts out steady, misleading us as with its temperament before being unleashed. A lot of the record doesn't quite reach thees fiery peaks but it is certainty a wild ride and full of foaming anger.

Across its duration Dev explores a pallet of ideas, ranging from big, dense walls of chorals both blinding and uplifting. His vocals often come of a bit raspy as his delivery shifts. When the guitar is most naked is when the record feels a little to regular for this band and there are a couple of riffs that perk my ears, sounding akin to some techniques and riffing styles heard years later in the Deathcore scene. Its probably just a resemblance Ive picked up on but it makes me wonder about SYLs impact on future musicians as this was their first "commercial success" breaking into billboard record sales charts... only barely. With so much to say about their classic records this one lives in the shadows a little, not managing to match up all of the time.

Rating: 7/10

Favorite Tracks: Dire, Aftermath, Devour, Force Fed

Ulrich Schnauss "A Strangely Isolated Place" (2003)

Suggested by a reader, this hour of relaxing bliss was an instant fit for me. In patches its fondly reminiscent of Tycho's Drive with its washes of lavish, serine, sleepy melodies. German composer Schnauss comes off the back of the nineties with shades of Breakbeat, Trip Hop and Electronic scene of that time echoing ripples through his dive into synth oriented Dream Pop that plays like a trip. So swiftly can you fall into the spell of sweetly arranged sounds bleeding into one another with thick drippings of reverberation. Ulrich's voice creeps in like another instrument in the arsenal as his high pitched words are drifted in from the back like a ghostly voice in the distance. Only utilizing words on a couple of songs you can also here him as an instrument in places.

Its drum breaks hold the music together with a stiff injection of life and pace into an otherwise swirling self indulgence of vivid synths loosing track of time as the chemistry blossoms and ripens. These compositions have an organic, progressive element as contractions sweep through the musics wall of dreamy reverberated sounds. It allows for the often static feeling music to go through many transitions and transformations that feel entirely natural and without resistance. It lives, it breathes and the swarm of inviting sound is dense, with finesse and balance that can border on Noise in one or two songs but always its richness is a persuasion to be charmed by.

Everything hangs in the balance and through it all a warm breeze of peaceful intention arises. Although sleepy and sombre its always in awe of beauty, conjuring feelings of an innocent day in the soak of sunlight, a walk in the park, the simple things mother nature offers us. As the title suggests a shade of loneliness or isolation is in there but that's mostly down to interpretation. This record is rather wonderful and a better understanding of the electronic scene at the time may suggest this being a precursor to a lot of Dream Pop influenced electronica that has come by in recent years. Without a weak point or track to pick as a favorite it sits as a potential go to for years to come with the album playing as one big experience.

Rating: 8/10

Outkast "The Love Below" (2003)

"The Love Below" is Outkast's, or Andree 3000's, second half of the duo's critically acclaimed 2003 double album. The first half  "Speakerboxx" saw Big Boi hold is own on a collection of solid tracks, but this record really pushes the mark as a conceptual record which truly challenged the Hip Hop sound with soaring highs and crashing lows. Andree brings us in with a classical score fit for backing in romantic golden era cinema before throwing us into a Jazz band groove with trumpets, pianos and guitars on "Love Hater". Its a change of gears that flows effortlessly as a gentle, serene acoustic guitar strums a dreamy tune with Andree bringing in the records conceptual nature, and the goddess of loves blessings upon him. Its a memorable group of tracks to bring the record in, but this is just where it gets started.

As the album comes into its own as the instrumentals find a sublime chemistry, stretching boundaries as subtle rhythmic presences let Funk, Rock and Soul fly free of any expectations. "Spread" and "Prototype" only held to Hip Hop through muted, subdued bass and kick grooves that let live instruments play out enigmatic songs like a normal band would. The album peaks with the cracking "Hey Ya!" & "Roses", both songs laying fetching memorable lyrics over the live band setup which reaches its peak at this point. So far we have been helped to a stunning level of genius as Andree stretches the versatility of this music effortlessly, with much help from is soft and ranged vocals which peak the songs with beautiful, catchy hooks in between his energetic raps.

Unfortunately thats where the magic ends. In an almost bizarre turn around the skit "Good Day, Good Sir" brings in a second half which casts the live band aside in favor of electronic synth leads and toned down percussions that lacks all the charm of the records first half. The romantic themes of the album feel further abstracted and become more convoluted in a now nauseating rumble of musings that lack a point. The record feels done at "My Favorite Things", a Rave and Drum and Bass remix of Coltrane's classic that dispels the magic from the original with rigid drum loops that rub up against it in an uncomfortable nature. Then the album just trails off with three uninteresting tracks.

I'm not sure what to make of this record. I want to know what Andree's thoughts were on the record as a whole, as from where I'm listening from the first half is genius and the second a real stinker. Theres no doubt though that the expansive ideas that have shaped Outkast's boundary pushing direction come from Andree and on "The Love Below" we hear his ideas at there best and worst. The live band brings limitless possibilities when couple with minimalist groove oriented percussion. The synthesizer work leaves much to be desired, however executed perfectly on Speakerboxxx's "Ghetto Musick". I'll return to this one time and time again, but just for the first ten tracks.

Favorite Tracks: Spread, Prototype, Hey Ya!, Rosses

Rating: 6/10

Outkast "Speakerboxxx" (2003)

Hip Hop duo Outkast have truely gained my love and respect, their music has moved me and they are undoubtedly this years best discovery however they are no hidden treasure, much more like a stash of gems out in the wide open. Outkast are critically acclaimed and I've been aware of them, heard a lot of them back in the early naughties and only got around to listening through there records many years later. Doing my research I learned this record to be one half of a double album, "The Love Below" the other half. Its the duo's, and one of Hip Hops biggest selling records and the back story is intriguing. With Andree 3000 following a new direction the two agreed too record solo records and package them together, as opposed to going separate their separate ways. Its been a while since I covered the last record "Stankonia" and the hesitation came from the high expectations critics set for this double record extravaganza.

Having absorbed both records I would certainly tip my hat to "Speakerboxxx" as my favorite, however I feel the concept of the two working apart is everything thats not working on both records. The album starts with "Ghetto Musick" a brilliantly eccentric fusion of Rave synthesizers, Funk and soul that feels complete with Andree featuring alongside Big Boi, complimenting his fast paced flow with zany chorus vocals and a choice sample of Patti Labelle coming together to make a solid track. Unfortunately Andree's absence is felt from this point on. Big Boi holds his own with a terrific set of songs that have quality instrumentals and raps, but each track feels like its missing a dynamic to make it spark.

To be fair, I'm too used to hearing the two bounce of one another. Theres a lot forward thinking tracks here that bring inventive Soul, Rock and Funk sounds to the Hip Hop formula creating engaging instrumentals ripe with variety and a freshness relevant to the time. Its a natural progression that Big Boi is following on his own and it works. "Unhappy", "War" and "Knowing" hold the Outkast vibe together, reminiscent of earlier sounds and overall the record flows well, with an amusing appearance from his young son on "Bamboo" which makes me chuckle each time. Its a strong record with a new take on production that showcases an array of inventive instrumentals, but it doesn't quite have the charm of the two working together, which we will hear again on Idlewild.

Favorite Songs: Ghetto Musick, Bust, Knowing, Flip Flop Rock, Last Call

Rating: 6/10

Marilyn Manson "The Golden Age Of Grotesque" (2003)

It took me some time to get around to this record, having got into Manson's music last year I started with the classic "Trinity" of records and my research and reading into Manson's career indicated this was the record where he "fell off" and things started to change. I finally gave it a spin and instantly enjoyed it, having now thoroughly enjoyed this record I can certainly hear its weak points but am a little mystified as to why this album wasn't received well by critics. Its everything Manson is about, orchestrated like a finely tuned weapon of blasphemy aimed at the masses, covered in glossy a deceptively approachable listen.

The record kicks off with "This Is The New Shit", a song that gives you a belly full of what the albums tone and context will be. Making a mockery of trends and pop culture through defining itself as the "next thing", Manson executes a very direct approach that gets straight to the point, at times it works great and in others the lack of depth or obscurity in the lyrics does leave much to be desired. "This isn't music, and were not a band, were five middle fingers on a mother fucking hand" from "Vodevil", the records best lyric of this style, a very blunt and aggressive statement that hits hard, unfortunately these moments are just a handful.

Aesthetically the album is ripe and potent, an infectious noisy production with fantastic distortion on the guitars that feel overdriven to hell, yet have a crisp, sharp, razor blade tone that transforms some rocking riffs into full on head banging, moshing monster riffs. The guitars are not the sole focus though, theres plenty of space for them to drop out and give a range of electronic noises and drum machines to create paranoid, dark atmospheres along with bass lines that step up the tone and distortion and make themselves an important part of many of the albums tracks. The writing is catchy and heavy on the hooks which dominate the songs, so much so, many of the tracks lack a bit of variety and depth where they repeat with the same hooks.

The album flows really well, mixing up the more aggressive numbers between the peculiar, outlandish atmospheres and style this record broods in Manson's artsy moments. The song "Para-Noir" captures the records best qualities, creating a menacing atmosphere with Dita Von Tease's domineering taunts brooding and provoking a driven response from Manson as the record explodes with ever powerful guitar riffs. The album does fizzle out with a cover of "Tainted Love" I've never enjoyed, followed by a carnival of horrors track and another atmosphere driven song that doesn't excite much, the record could of ended on a high with "Vodevil" for me. Overall its a vibrant, blasphemous rock and roll record of unforgiving attitude that has some obviously flaws but Manson clearly did exactly what he set out to do with this one.

Favorite Songs: This Is The New Shit, Mobscene, (S)Aint, Slutgarden, Para-Noir, Vodevil
Rating: 7/10

Metallica "St. Anger" (2003)

Having caught up with my musings on the records Ive digested recently I thought it would be fun to pick out this confusing record from my youth, listen to it once more and give my thoughts on what is generally considered a catastrophe from the worlds biggest Metal band, Metallica, a band that needs no introduction. Having grown up on the first four albums this was to be my generations Metallica record and the excitement was immense, six years since "Reload", the return of Bob Rock, a few years after the Napster controversy and at the end of the Nu Metal mainstream success this would be the groups last release in the MTV / RIAA controlled industry era which really went all out to give this record hype. On its release it was highly praised, reviews were great and airplay was high, me and my friends loved this record. I can't remember in what time frame it happened, but it seemed like everyone sobered up quickly, re reviews rolled in and the hysteria died down fast and the album received a lot of flak, especially online in a different era of internet communication. Its legacy is that of a flop, a joke, a record hated by fans and songs no longer played live.

Its been over a decade since I gave St. Anger a proper listen and in that time I've grown as a listener, expanded my horizons and have gained a lot of patience for finding the magic in the music so it wasn't much of a surprise to find this record rather enjoyable. What I was surprised by was my memory of the lyrics, not being one for lyrics I could recall a fair amount of Hetfield's words from over a decade ago. The same goes for the rest of the music which I quickly noticed how much of this comes from Hetfield alone, with no solos from Kirk and backing bass from Bob Ross, we are left with the duo that have been together from day one. Lars's drumming is relatively adequate, slightly sloppy, but has that charm to compliment the rhythm guitar well. Of course the "St. Clanger" snare is an earache, not the worst of choices to leave the snare wire loose, but why all the time? Theres moments where the clang brings a lot of energy, but its difficult to stomach it so consistently.

Its quite difficult to think "this is Metallica" with St. Anger. Its hard to separate the monumentally brilliant music they wrote in the 80s from this grizzly, noise aggressor, but if you listen without bias this record has some strong points going for it. The guitars are massive, taking obvious influences from Nu Metal, Hetfield finds a noisy, tonal assault that works well with simplistic grooves accentuated to great effect. Its a little hit and miss in places, much like his vocal input which has some brilliance at times on tracks like "Frantic", "My lifestyle, determines my deathstyle", which quickly sour with the "Fran-Tick-Tick-Tock". The same goes for "Shoot me again, I ain't dead yet" before incessantly shouting "Shoot me again" over and over.

Essentially, its a mixed bag of results. The production has a rough, slightly messy feel to it, but I can't help but feel thats an important part of the concept, if you consider the stripped back approach with simple song structures and lack of solos, "St. Anger" comes across like a band writing songs for the first time and is very much removed from anything the band did together before it. The snare sound is a big snag, especially on  "Dirty Window" which takes the clang to unbearable levels. The album also rocks out a few clean guitar moments in between the riff onslaught which has some serious substance in places. For me this record is all about Hetfield who put a new approach and craft into his guitar that hit the mark with tonal timing oriented grooves for the most part. I'm still undecided on if this was a enjoyable nostalgia trip or a genuine experience of the music, but one things for sure, if you separate the band from the music its not a record you'd get upset about. I remember a quote from the band saying they wanted to become a part of the Metal landscape, rather than its peak. No record will ever change there place at the throne of Metal music.

Favorite Tracks: Frantic, Invisible Kid, Shoot Me Again, Purify, All Within My Hands

Rating: 5/10

The Knife "Deep Cuts" (2003)

Having adored Fever Ray's only release "Fever Ray", I sought out more music from Andersson who is one half of Swedish duo "The Knife" who sound a different breed to Fever Rays inducing Art-Pop experience. Deep Cuts initially came of as a quirky, retro electro record that wouldn't be to my liking. But first impressions are simply that, impressions, and deciding to pursue this record was the right choice. Upon several listens this album really started to click and my initial dislike of the bold buzz-saw synthesizer and dense buzzing bass subsided as the chemistry between theme and execution started to make sense, and the songs started to reveal there charm. Its since become a favorite of mine in recent weeks, serving as an upbeat, warm and fun record that breaks up the moreso morose music I usually find myself drawn too.

My context of this album in relation to the electronic scene is basically non-existent. I was a little surprised getting ready to write this blog that the album came out in 2003. I'm not sure how but I had it stuck in my mind this was a recent release, but considering its over 10 years old, it seems relevant to point out this record sounds fantastic and I can picture the music itself being of influence to others at this time, however this is speculation and beyond my comprehension. So onto the album, its an energetic listening experience, one which does not repeat itself, and with a measured pallet of sounds explores an array of moods and ideas which range from obnoxious pumping dance, to gentle, ambient strollers. Each track presents and sticks to an idea within its shorter duration, 3-4 minutes, each song delivering catchy leads and hooks its fails to slow down as the album continually moves from strength to strength.

The chirpy, buzzing synthesizers carve the character of this record, but behind their bold intrusive sound lies great composition, creating poppy, layered, simplistic melodies that shift and swap between one another, allowing the focus to shift effortlessly between instruments. The drum pallet its typically dance with the rolling bass kicks, snaps and claps, and also a pleasant of occasional inclusion of tropical steel drums. In front of it all Andersson's off kilt and eccentric vocal performances act like the fusion point between the instrumentation and their ideas. Her leads shift with the songs, delivering the higher rangers with the dance songs and, low artsy readings with the slower tempo tracks, and the unusual use of electronic voice morphing on tracks like "The Cop" is another nice touch in a collection of expressive and artsy performances. The record's production is solid, not a bad word to say about it. Great record.

Favorite Tracks: Girls Night Out, Pass This On, The Cop, You Take My Breath Away, You Make Me Like Charity

Rating: 7/10

Linkin Park "Meteora" (2003)

I often wonder what it would be like to hear the music of my youth for "the first time" in the context of todays modern music with my vast apatite and knowledge of music (mainly Metal & Hip Hop). It dawned on me that Meteora was essentially that. Although I am familiar with Linkin Park, I have never actually listened to anything other than "Hybrid Theory" and "Reanimation" (smelly album). This would be a great opportunity to get a taste of listening to that music in the present day.

I was rather skeptical at first, a little unsure what to expect, but very quickly this album rapidly grew on me and I found myself feeling like it was the 00s again, listening to Hybrid Theory for the first time. At first Meteora came of as more of the same, but on repeated listens it became very apparent how fine tuned and well crafted this record is. On the surface not much has changed about their sound, its more of the same formula, Mike's mini raps, Chester's screams balanced with clean hooks and of course the characteristic electronic sounds accompanying the Nu Metal backbone. Under the surface there is more at work here, it feels like the group made a conscious decision to tone down the aggression slightly and focus on mastering their pop sensibilities and hooks. The melodic leads and choruses on this album are so infectious and satisfying, everything from the delivery of Chester's appeasing cleans, the crisp and soft guitars, electronic melodies just feel so in-sync and on the same wavelength. Its far from challenging and very much easy to enjoy, which is a strength they play to. Linkin Park is not trying to change your understanding of music or challenge your perspective, they are writing straight forward poppy music and they do it here to a perfection on particular tracks.

For all good thats been said, there are two things that came to mind, first of all the drumming, not at a single point in this album did the drums ever come to the forefront of my attention, is this a good or a bad thing? Is the rhythm department executing a subtle genius of accommodating beats, or are they just tame, generic and holding the tracks together? I really don't have an opinion but it was an interesting observation. Second of all the lyrics are once again the epitome of teenage angst, expressing simplistic and overly emotional fears and frustrations with a lack of any real introspection or depth to the subject matter. This is probably a strength though, easy to relate and simple to recite, its what you need in poppy music and perhaps the magnitude of this pop appeal is a reflection of how focused this record is on its catchy hooks and choruses. Overall, fantastic record, enjoyed it as much as "Hybrid Theory", very satisfying to hear more of that great sound they forged.

Favorite Tracks: Don't Stay, Hit The Floor, Easier To Run, Faint, Breaking The Hobbit, From The Inside, Nobody's Listening

Rating: 8/10

Sikth "The Trees Are Dead And Dried Out Wait For Something Wild" (2003)

Sikth are a UK based six piece Progressive Metal outfit who have grown a noteable reputation and audience since there hiatus in 2007 which came after the release of their second album. With the growing Math Metal and Djent scenes Sikth have often been cited as a major influence on these new bands, and thus their reputation has grown despite their inactivity. After capturing the final show of their reunion tour I felt compelled to write about this exceptional debut album where Sikth defined there brilliant and unusual sound and stood apart from everyone else at that time. 

Sikth's sound is a beautiful and creative mess of musical ideas expressed with a wild and excitable energy that can most notably be heard through the sporadic and jolty rhythm guitar, energetic, bouncy rhythms and riffs, organic and sporadic in nature, almost sounding polyrhythmic and mathematic yet being neither. Although the guitar tone isn't full Djent, Sikth bang out tightly performed rhythms, crunching the isolated notes in the low end, It's clear to hear the influence they have had. The guitar leads, at the time, had a refreshing approach with hammered on melodic leads the group would use diversely in frenetic moments and to build captivating atmospheres. In the drumming department Loord Foord ads another creative and detailed layer to Sikth's sound, never settling for anything simple, he consistently decorates these tracks with fantastic rhythms, fills, patterns and provides a solid backbone. Vocalists Mikee and Justin bring more energy to the mix with their charactered and diverse presence, offering some memorable sing along melodic leads on tracks like "Peep Show" as well as playing to the frenetic energy of the guitars with sharp gruff screams sounding like a mad man on the loose. The bass is solid throughout and occasionally comes to the fore front with some bold baselines like on the track "Hold My Finger" as the notes slide up and down behind a hammered on lead.

For all they do different, their end product is not Avant-Guard or Experimental. Despite having an unusual sound, Sikth are a group with a great sense for song writing and Rock sensibility who's unusual and experiment elements are executed to a perfection that allows the group to explore their selfs in these songs that are progressive and well structured. As well as their Metal sound, Sikth also have a great appreciation for ambiance and atmosphere which can be heard in the longer tracks "Tupelo" and "Can't We All Dream", two very different but absorbing songs. The production of this album is solid. So much so I don't think I have ever given it a second thought, which is testament to its quality. Far from a squeaky clean sound, but their is no muddiness or technical issues and at all times it captures everything this band is about. A stunning record, one that has stayed with me over the years and has never lost its charm.

Favorite Tracks: Scent Of The Obscene, Pussyfoot, Hold My Finger, Emmerson, Peep Show, Tupelo, Can't We All Dream

Rating: 9/10