Willow "Coping Mechanism" (2022)

  

With a chronological step back from an adored Empathogen, Coping Mechanism shifts its fundamental appeal to serve my tastes immaculately. Willow's entangled expressions and gushes of emotional out-poor feel familiar, yet beneath the music nurtures antagonistic intensities, highlighting darker emotions of anger, frustration and sadness. Ever present overdrive guitars dabble in Alternative Rock, Grunge, Emo and Indie, amplifying a hurt in her lyrics. Sailing above with a playful, creative voice, she finds a beautiful resonance with the unsettled rumble of enthused guitar noise.

From a perspective, these songs could be boiled down to catchy Pop Rock songs centered on angsty teenage emotions. Fortunately the underpinning Pop sensibility blossoms with maturity. Willow's lyrics navigate emotional stresses, gracefully avoid the fallacy of simplicity. Her words dissect, introspect and reflect, mostly on the grief of a breakup, in search of a Coping Mechanism. Opposing aspects of these narratives explored often manifest into beautiful vocal inflections. Its a riveting tug and pull, back and forth, an internal mental battle channeled into infectious sing-alongs.

 Producer Chris Greatti and songwriter Asher Bank deserve high praise for their instrumentals. Creatively exploring the aforementioned genres, a Pop Punk ease and occasional touch of Metal aesthetic breeze by effortlessly. The duo weave it all into a cohesive set of both tuneful and mildly aggressive numbers without repeating themselves. One can hear many ideas pulled from across recent decades, rearranged into a new beast. Shifts in guitar tone and color, occasional synths and detailed drum grooves flesh out the experience with continuous variety that's immensely enjoyable.

Coping Mechanism flows, gushes with an infectious liveliness. Willow dances in the river, exuding expressive brilliance. Existing near to unreachable artistic perfection, devoid of weak spots, only its ending seems to dip slightly as the melancholy sways of No Control breaks down intensities for Batshit's return to animated eruptions feeling short of a final statement to wrap it all up. Other than that lack of a landing, this record has been utterly brilliant. Paying close attention to the track listing, trying to select my favorites, I realized the first nine songs are simply sublime. Just wonderful!

Rating: 9.5/10

96 Bitter Beings "Return To Hellview" (2024)

This entry in the journal is less "review" and more of a footnote for myself and any of you reading who are fans of CKY. Former band-mate Deron Miller, also of Foreign Objects, split with the group in 2011, leading him to form 96 Bitter Beings. The project fels like a branch of the same tree, this release enforces that notion with authority.

 

Selecting some of the best tracks from An Ånswer Can Be Found, Infiltrate Destroy Rebuild and one off Volume 2, Deron stamps his mark on these classics, re-recording them in modern glory. The performances are tight, production bold and chunky, instruments don't shy from being heard. He and his band mates really do them justice.

Carrying the energy and charisma of its originals in stride, extra layers of synths can be heard on a few tracks. Occasionally sprucing up some passages with additional harmony, the added creatively is mainly reserved for the end of songs, fills or transitions that get a redesign. Its fun to spot the differences, they don't spoil a thing.

I can't help but feel I might gravitate to these re-recordings when in need of some CKY nostalgia. They are simply really well done and Deron's voice is key to that. His performance glues it all together and gives this project a seal of authenticity.

 

Rating: 7/10

96 Bitter Beings "Camp Pain" (2018)

 

Yes, that 96 Quite Bitter Beings, CKY's best known song! Taking on its classic name to signify his artistic intent, Deron Miller went solo a year on from when his former band mates produced The Phoenix. Often credited as the brain child of Camp Kill Yourself's unique persona, my impression of CKY without him was an adequate one, yet with Camp Pain you firmly hear the creative source in action once again.

Although this record wanders into a few odd curiosities, acoustic tangents and Cavalcade Of Pervesion's odd sample snippets interchanging with a synth jam, its mostly a rocking set of songs. They firmly strike the charm that made CKY so charismatic and unique compared to other metallic Rock groups of the time.

Its oddities muddies the pacing, along with a brilliant cover of Micheal Jackson's classic Beat It. Not the first metallic cover, yet they nail it with attitude. Wedged in the middle, it breaks the albums tone as mood is suddenly shifted, rather than being a little icing on top nestled at the end of its runtime like a cover might normally be.

Not to dwell on its inadequacies, Deron's guitar style pairs wonderfully with starchy synths that boldly punch in tuneful contributions, as do his mingled lead and rhythm riffs that ebb and flow with groove and melody. Megadextria nails their early tone, vocals harmonizing with a breezy pace not found to often across its thirty minutes.

Deron's singing comes across a little rugged and aged in patches, not landing like it once would. The Whipping Hands is another track echoing former glory with memorable choppy, galloping melodic riffs, yet not firing on all cylinders. Ultimately, Camp Pain is solid, yet somewhat mixed in the shadow of legacy. It's well worth a listen however, plenty to be enjoyed between compositions less fruitful.

Rating: 6/10

CKY "An Ånswer Can Be Found" (2005)

 

 

Fond for a touch of nostalgia and youthful memories, I thought I'd give this overlooked Camp Kill Yourself record another try. Released amidst the years discovering Extreme Metal and darker sounds, An Ånswer Can Be Found fell wayside among a group of friends who adored the CKY videos and soundtracks. With matured ears, one hears an intelligent craft through thoughtful songs falling mercy to its mid tempo pacing and calmly subdued temperament. Experimenting further with channeled guitar effects, their tuneful leads retain a distinct character encroaching on an electronic tinge.

The emphasis on a warm gooey vibes gives its mood a welcoming tone but sucks away some of the sporadic energy previously associated with the band. Frequently do its unique melodies ride upfront, exchanging harmony with Deron's competent singing. In doing so, its chugging guitar grooves drift by, plodding along with murky intent and lacking intensity. This chemistry is why I think the record once went amiss. Now I rather appreciate its balance, which gives illumination to their melodic expression and especially the slick, gorgeous, often brief, guitar solos that dazzle upon arrival.

When the guitars shift into tandem mode, the classic CKY grooves croon again. Their dynamic sway, traversing rhythm and melody simultaneously, sounds ripe on Deceit Is Striking Gold yet elsewhere it lacks the spark. Again, another addition to the initial disappointment, a muddied step into a refinement of sound that matured in its lack of bombast and explosiveness. It comes across soft yet has quite an endearing comfort as one gets to know the better malf of its songs. A fun listen! Perhaps An Ånswer Can Be Found is one that would grow on me with more exposure.

Rating: 6/10

Toadies "Rubberneck" (1994)

 

Accruing influences from 90s Alt-Rock scenes I am less acquainted with, American rockers Toadies debuted with Rubberneck. A rapid thirty six minute introduction that reeked of accents I fumbled to land my finger on. With rough rabbles echoing Skate Punk and Post-Hardcore in energetic spurts, their mostly Grunge era music dodged the lingering scent of Nirvana, whilst seeming fundamentally similar. Between the hardness of estranged "anti" solos and brittle crashing guitar riffs, emotive melodic lulls and sung vulnerabilities birthed Toadies' songs to straddle terrain built by others.

Their approach paints consistent reminders, unable to escape a partial sense of deja-vu. These tracks cut to the core, flying right into the memorable meat of the music. Each song swiftly embarks on its key appeal, an appetizing listen. Vaden Lewis' youthful groans sways between a soothed playful charm and roughened anger when spearheading with strained shouts. Percussion seems to go subtly by with Punkish beats and linking rhythms powering the musics drive without getting in your face.

The guitars play with short, repetitive, simplistic riffs. Impactful power chords, burning at the edges given the ferocity they are performed with on its displays of anger and frustration. Any foray into melody and tunefulness feels intentionally stripped back and flipped over, often lingering on minimalism and noisy rebellious embellishments. Its all cohesive, coming together to be felt first before picking apart its constructs.

After many enjoyable spins, I'm left with a solid record where I'm unsure if it was influential, or influenced by. It did however encroach on the very best of early 90s Rock sounds I once was quite dismissive of. Its nice to find albums that help you creak open the door of your own ignorance and this certainly did that for me.

Rating: 7/10

The Color 8 "First Friday" (2018)

  

The second of two picks by this intriguing band has also yielded a sour taste. Unlike Foot On The Gas, First Friday mixes up its raw Rap Metal riffing styles with jam sessions and Smooth Jazz tones. This is no sleek crossover between opposing temperaments but a clash of moods. Songs swing from fiery angered rap verses and gritty guitars to soft and supple melodies swooning in their own ambience.

We On and X gel its ends together awkwardly. Distorted yet bluesy guitars bustle and hustle but to what avail? The record drifts from one idea to the next, lacking focus or concept, with a breezy, mellow mediocrity in its sails. The finer aesthetics emerge in its Jam sessions when its instruments find a groovy cohesion, warm at first but lacking a depth after repetitions. This band had a spark in their best material online but I found none of that here. I think I'll close the door on this one for now.

Rating: 3/10

Puppy "Pure Evil" (2022)

Sophomore albums can be tricky and after soaring high on their debut The Goat, the trio return with a mixed bag of treats. As the Pure Evil name suggests, one can find a through line of esoteric themes prying into witchcraft, occultism and nightly mischief. With the tone of their music, the lyrics comes across with a toying playfulness as they avoid all the cheesy exaggerated tropes usually associated satanic oriented music.

Opening with the sludgy, brooding Shining Star, the band establish the doomy aspect of the records tone, only to curtail it swiftly with The Kiss. The song alone is a masterpiece unto itself. Capturing rays of sun through shapely, hazy riffs, a summery Smashing Pumpkins magic is birthed again. Its quite the contrast as a uplifting song peaked by groovy pinch harmonic riffs and a delightful gleaming guitar solo.

My Offer and Wasted Little Heart continue on, subtly darkening the path, the later offering up some beautifully crafted moments of space for a chunky guitar palm mute to inhabit with its delightful texture. Its from this point on that Pure Evil starts to wain as the moody, brooding side of their sound takes a stronger presence. With less flash and flair from the guitars, the tone increasingly focuses on its own colorful gloom.

 

This feels emphasized by the vocal harmonization of Norton and Michael, the duo have an interesting chemistry built on honesty and a strained sincerity which excels when the music is bright and colorful. Being slightly off key and raw, they provide an exciting contrast but as the record shifts into a darker string of shadowy, nefariously themed songs, its potency ends up drained and sucked into the rainy tone.

Despite this, there are plenty of exciting riffs, evoking nostalgia for 90s Alternative, Grunge and Metal, always standing on there own legs. Sometimes their ideas don't quite land. The tempo pivot on Wasted Little Heart throws hails to Thrash Metal but doesn't go anywhere. They try a similar trick on Spellbound and land it wonderfully with an epic but brief wailing guitar solo. Its a minor blemish but there are a few two many musical ideas that don't seem to follow up on the shown potential.

All in all, for this listener the theme wasn't enough to spark some magic out of the gloomy tone this record explores. When luminous and bursting with energy the music is captivating. Its dreary side, although wondrous in patches like the dreamy, ethereal, acoustic gloss of Dear John, gets a bit tiring. The riffs stale, the existing chemistry gets stretched. Far from terrible but a half step back in my opinion.

Rating: 7/10

Judas Priest "Point Of Entry" (1981)

 

From the hardening rock of British Steel, to a throttling attitude Screaming For Vengeance unleashed, Point Of Entry seems to be a misstep along the way, rather than a missing link. Resting on their laurels, Judas Priest soften their current blueprint for an accessible cut of Heavy Metal. Settling on summery vibes and breezy warm temperaments, the trends of 70s arena rock and radio friendly topicality dominates the ten songs, which in turn recycles its "Rock N Roll on the road" persona one to many times. Never does Halford unleash a wild piercing falsetto. Tipton and Downing tone down the solos, keeping them brief, concise and caged. The rhythm section too plods along with the steely foundations that aided its predecessor greatly.

Although it may seem a smear to highlight the detour from a trajectory they will soon excel in. This light hearted, measured approach is spun rather well. The bands experience in song writing works through simple structures with its components all neatly aligned for a pleasurable listen. With nothing to ambitious concurring, its collection of riffs carries the theme well. Where the record fails is when its road cruising, carefree venture runs tired. Halford's lyrics are knee deep. Simple verses and expectant catch lines wear out quickly on this listener and thus once the point is made, its lack of diversity and variety has all the songs seeming the same.

If Point Of Entry has the right highway cruising vibes for you, then it may just be one to adore. For me it pulls me along for four or so songs and then becomes a repetitive blur. Perhaps its best cuts are upfront? It seems so but the reality is those songs make their point known and then the record has little more to offer. Not being particularly into its character, Point Of Entry is one to skip over when picking my favorite Priest songs, despite it not being terrible in anyway.

Rating: 5/10

Ozzy Osbourne "Diary Of A Madman" (1981)

Rolling back the years on this Heavy Metal journey, we arrive near the decades start with a noticeably shabby rawness gracing the production tone. The music feels a little unhinged with this rugged aesthetic and its stark irruptions of jarring synth. The bold instruments collide occasionally and the baseline rides high in the mix. Yet it all serves the attitude and Metal spirit, what was back then possibly considered extreme music. I'd love to learn more of its historical context when it comes to advancement.

Rough around the edges, Diary Of A Madman is mostly a spirited venture into the Rock n Roll rebellion. Its opening track Over The Mountain is quite the hard hitter, kicking things off with its fast chugging guitar riffs and dangerous melodies, it sets a strong tone where the following songs open up to warmer moods. Randy Rhoads quickly marvels alongside Ozzy's singing as his roaring guitar solos and lead licks illuminate parts of the songs over and over. They unpack that hard hitting start and delve into more musicality with many anthemic vibes fit for the big stage.

The duo are well suited but to be frank they compete with one another on a handful of songs, pulling with different intensities. As the album grows its songs wavier, the ballad Tonight sounding decent but so out of place. Ozzy has a remarkable charm that suits the song style but the change of pace from roaring guitars to emotive piano surges seems to stiffen the flow. The symphonic closer and title track is a great example of experimentation that comes together. Randy and Ozzy elevate the climatic journey with their contributions as the song blossoms with choral voices that turn to gripping chants. Its a powerful ending to a mixed record with many ideas circulating.

 

Rating: 7/10

Judas Priest "Screaming For Vengeance" (1982)

 

I've always adored Priest ever since discovering British Steel in my youth. Going on vacation gave me the perfect moment to pause on this record. Racing down the slopes with the hooks of Bloodstone, Devil's Child & Freewheel Burning stuck in my head, it all clicked. I'd never given their other records much of a chance to stick. Songs like Painkiller, Rapid Fire and Come And Get It grab you by the throat and scream in your face. In fairness, it seems that much of their catalog does to. Now with a maturer mind to really give any music a proper go, I've realized what Ive loved about Judas Priest has been lying in wait, abundant among their extensive discography, were I had not ventured far enough before in my ignorance.

 You've Got Another Thing Coming is the one song I knew well from this record. As a mid tempo track with a tempered chugging grove on the rhythm guitar and Halford's attitude drenched lyrics, it plays like a British Steel cut. Lying in wait however are fiery tracks. Cranking up the gears, throttling the pace and amping up the Priest persona, you can hear the group excelling on themselves. Heavy Metal's eternal pursuit of pushing extremes has led it to ridiculous places but before the birth of Thrash Metal you can hear Priest raising the stakes step by step, writing amazing songs along the way, never detouring to the trend, keeping the flame lit.

And thus Screaming For Vengeance is another spirited, fist pumping romp of blazing Metal! Priest churn out the riffs, rife with steely rattles of melody wedged between shiny grooves. Halford's falsetto wails youthfully with that leather cladded attitude, worming his hooks into you as his soaring voice sails off the back of electrified guitars. When they burst into solos the atmosphere is magnetic, their instruments at the mercy of Downing and Tipton's impressive roar off howling pinch harmonics, dizzying sweep picking and relentless hammering on. All happening in the blink of an eye.

Where the album excels is in its pacing. Tracks like Pain And Pleasure, Take These Chains & Fever brake up the motorway blazing pace with a touch of moody reflective blues wrapped into anthems. Every spin brings joy after joy as the high spirited onslaught takes a few turns and twists along the way. Some of these songs also sound rather foundational to shifts of temperament found on the later records. This certainly feels like a high point for the band. I'm not sure where In the discography I want to jump to next, maybe go right to the very start and hear the evolution? Eighties Priest is certainly something to marvel but just how did they get here?

Rating: 9/10

Judas Priest "Defenders Of The Faith" (1984)

 

Understanding Judas Priest's legacy through the impact of their extensive discography can be a tricky one. Expressed through classics like Breaking The Law, Painkiller, Turbo Lover & You've Got Another Thing Coming, their brilliance is all to evident. As a point of entry, excuse the pun, British Steel may be a Magnus Opus that says it all but much is to be left unearthed in their now eighteen records. For all my youthful adoration I barely scratched the surface of what Priest had to offer. With Defenders Of The Faith I find Priest in their prime, with an unassuming stance.

Just about every song creeps up on you. The flash and flair of Tiptop & Downing waits in lurking. The edge and thrill of their sharp, metallic Hard Rock riffs and razor blade guitar solos is a treasure rewarded after the steady build of well paced song writing. Such does Halford follow suit, baking in fantastic chorus and hooks fit for a Heavy Metal fans identity deeper into the track. No song bursts out the gate with the bluster of rock and roar. Most sound subdued as they get going, yet all find their stride.

This is Defenders Of The Faith's charm. Its rampant cries of "Rock Hard, Rock Free", "All Fear The Sentinel" and "Some Heads Are Gonna Roll" are Metal anthems without seeming directly intended to be so. They bloom from stable foundations, giving the band an undeniable stature as they chew through sturdy riffs, tuneful licks, piercing falsettos and electrified lead guitars. As Turbo would pivot into the cheese of these tropes, Priest command them with an integrity and intent to endure on this one.

 Its eleven songs march at their own pace. Variety offers up shifts in tempo and tone with Love Bites and Heavy Duty offering up these burly dense guitars alongside the slow crash of reverb soaked snares. Priest have so much swagger and braggadocio in these moments. Their metallic musical beast lurches on with a grin. The latter pivots into the title track, carrying on the slow bass snare groove as Halford is accompanied by a choir of voices gleaming as together they cry the albums name in utter glory.

It honestly feels like a missed moment to build into an unfathomable rock out of epic proportions but alas the ninety seconds of wonder gives way to a harmonious outro. Foiling us with gentle harmonics and lush dreamy leads before shifting into one last blaze of Hard Rock Heavy Metal glory. For all the subtly remarked on, it has to be said Freewheel Burning kicks off with a real blaze of attitude. The opening riff very reminiscent of British Steel however quickly does the record move into a matured and progressed priest, one I never enjoyed in my youth. With two records wedged between this and that, I know exactly where to head next!

Rating: 8/10

Ghost "Impera" (2022)

 

 

Ghost's evolution through the shades of nostalgic Metal has been remarkable to say the least. With humble beginnings emerging from the lurching fog of old-school Doom Metal, the band have navigated a musical history pinching inspirations from Heavy Metal, Scandinavian Pop and Psychedelic Rock. Led by the outfits brainchild Tobias Forge, this fifth full length Impera strides forth boldly off the back of Prequelle's Arena Rock encroachment. Fully embracing American Rock vibes of the 70s, they dazzle once again with a little touch of Glam Rock echoing in the passing winds.

On the first few spins it all felt so obvious. Kaisarion's intro baked by sun soaked guitar leads, an ascending falsetto yell and the epic build to crunching Hard Rock riffs felt like a page out of someone else's book. But who? Spillways's piercing piano chops and Tobias's vocal line again echo's some creative genius of the past. It goes on throughout the album. Queen, Led Zeppelin, Boston, Dio? These songs continuously evoke the emotive rumble of classic Rock anthems. Yet not once do Ghost plagiarize.

As more repetitions sunk in, I couldn't deny how fantastically written these songs are. Even the initially disappointing Hunter's Moon finds its place in the track listing. The album swoons through one vibe another another. Tobias's impeccable singing, both in pitch and persuasion is accompanied by a fine and expansive instruments. These arrangements have their key distinctions glistening in the forefront with a lush backdrop of soft synths, organs and glittering acoustic guitars. The whole affair is a slick and dynamic groove, adapting to a songs purpose. Instruments drop in and out to perfectly compliment one another when it is apt to do so.

The variety is stunning. Most song pivot of the Arena Rock vibe with detours into Power Ballads and the like. The one true Metal song that hails back to Opus Eponymous, Twenties, suffers its own stiffness. Led in by a dramatic break in tone, Dominion's grueling trumpet orchestration bluntly pivots out of the utterly anthemic Watcher In The Sky. The metallic lurching riff and ghoulish key tones set a stage for Tobais's creepy groans but the chorus is woeful and garish. All to kitsch for my taste.

Other than that blemish Impera is a mostly flawless embark further into the depths of musical history. Knowing this is their angle made me initially skeptical but pure class of songwriting is undeniable. Every song is flush with sing along hooks, stunning melodies and memorable lead guitars lines. Its got me excited for where they might venture next but as for now its another quality collection of song to enjoy for the coming months and years. Ghost have more than proven themselves as legends!

Rating: 8/10

Ghost "Call Me Little Sunshine" (2022)

As one of my most cherished band of recent years, even a two track single garners my attention! After all, Ghost did release a duo of non-album gems with Seven Inches Of Satanic Panic. Sadly, this pair do not live up to the hype and also feature on the upcoming Impera full length. My initial, unchanged, reaction to the title track was a soft disappointment. With Meloria and Prequelle the band took significant strides of excitement as their sound matured. This song feels like it didn't make the cut on the last outing. Reciting the same 80s inspired vibes, its easy tempo and molded melodic temperament delivers its average chorus and verse on stride to a guitar solo, a lull and then return. For them, its an all to common structure lacking a spark.

The following Hunter's Moon feels a more lively in comparison with instrumental shake ups unleashing broody guitar grooves and twisted church chorals. Its still the same overall structure but the chorus hook arrives more vibrant as the lead guitar rolls out a grabbing lick. Don't get me wrong, I adore this band and the niche they occupy but this sounds like a group on autopilot, simplifying their sound into very digestible music that lacks the flash and surprise that has made them unmissable over the last ten years. Its not got my hopes up for Impera. I am hoping these are the weaker cuts.

Rating: 2/10

Greta Van Fleet "The Battle At Garden’s Gate" (2021)

The young Zeppelin starlets return with a sophomore effort I initially found underwhelming. Was this a repeat of the fumbled Anthem Of The Peaceful Army debut? Trying to find my way into the music I decided to put it on shuffle with along with the dynamite EPs Black Smoke Rising & From The Fires. They showed so much promise at that early stage of their career. Switching back and forth with this new set of twelve songs, it starts to make much more sense. Those original songs were wild, full of youthful energy and big riffs. Now, the group seem to look beyond the obvious.

The Battle At Garden’s Gate seems like an attempt to mature beyond the flash and dazzle. Thus it can seem somewhat dull at times. Greta Van Fleet's Problem is still the footsteps of acts gone before that they tread. Much of the music lacks originality, creating an undercurrent of uncertainty. Ive tried to let go of that tho. What I've found are the subtler crafts, cohesive song writing to focus on theme and topicality with out being steered to strongly by guitar and stage antics. Its best songs creep up on you, brooding, steadily building but not always seeking a "big moment" to conclude.

Though with a handful of songs that climax does arrive through ambitious guitar solos. Aiming for that classic timeless lead magic but awkwardly residing in the confines of ideas that were once the cutting edge. They do find their space to soar tho. To let go of the more critical ear, it can really feel quite special. The variety of cuts keeps the record flowing, moving between different intensities and focuses, everyone gets a moment to make a song memorable, mostly the Kiszka brothers with singer Joshua having a field day on some of these songs, going above and beyond to flex his mighty voice. Its an absolute pleasure on a song like Stardust Chords.

The record sounds fantastic, very lived in and warm, so much so I've barely considered the fidelity until now. Drummer Daniel Wagner carries the songs competently with groove for the backbone and occasionally flairs up with unleashed freedom as he goes ham on his kit. Its wonderful, like a progressive drum solo as he goes the rounds on the drums. Would certainly like to hear a little more from him.

I'm lukewarm on this record but mostly for the lack of originality but letting go of critique I've had nothing short of a blast with The Battle At Garden’s Gate. Now the initial shock of a band so stunningly reviving an old sound has worn off, its up to them to write memorable songs and I think they've genuinely done that here with a handful of them. As whole, its a case of time will tell but I can't complain as so far Its been great fun.

Rating: 7/10

Chevelle "Niratias" (2021)

 

I'm glad I'd taken the time to discover Tool before encountering a record like this. Chevelle have won me over with their thoughtfully tempered and artistically angered take on Rock and Alternative Metal. It was on the second listen that the resemblance to Tool suddenly clicked and its been unshakable since then. Singer Pete Loeffler emulates Maynard at every turn, both in style, pitch and delivery. I feel that I can only refer to his obvious influence as the distinction. His multi-instrumentalist brother Sam does much of the same with the song writing, arrangements and riff ideas with an occasional big riff more akin to perhaps Nu Metal in delivery. Even deviations from the norm on instrumental interludes with ghostly pianos have an echo of similarity. Either I'm right on the nose with this or infantile to the web of influence Tool have undoubtedly cast on bands like Chevelle.

Similarities aside, this album has been a blast. Niratias runs an expressive line of crafted writing, steering clear of leaning to hard on tropes and arrives at its conclusions with the grace of lavish instrumentation that gets everything involved in intervals with space for individuals to shine in the gaps between. So often do the guitars drop back for the bass guitar to rumble. Lead guitars get to sweetly slide into focus with elongated stretches of atmospheric melody and around it all the drums weave together a narrative. Its theme is supposedly rooted in the talks of the times when it comes to a commercial era of space flight and the now popular philosophical discussion of simulation theory. Its most potent lyrics to me tho, where the impassioned cries towards misinformation and science skepticism which too have risen to prominence during the pandemic.

At a meaty fifty minutes, Niratias offers up some fantastic vibes, balancing aggression and artistry with something I can only describe as the "festival feel". Many of these songs feel set for the summer stage to be shared with thousands of fans, delivering those big riffs and crunches after grueling through the gradual build ups and hold over sections that keeps the music in lane. In the past I think its the sort of music I'd gloss over but I am happy to say that ignorance is gone! For all the familiarity this has been an exciting listening experience that feels best as a whole, having found it hard to pick favorites from the track listing. Peach however... is a peach of a song! Oh too easy but yes this one has an exception bite to it as so quietly builds to its blunt force guitar throwing down thumping slabs of low end noise. Pete absolutely makes this song pop with his fiery singing, crying out woes of foreboding limb removal!

Rating: 7/10

Queen "Made In Heaven" (1995)

Another journey reaches the end of the road. Queen's fifteenth and final album, a somewhat "posthumous" release, arriving four years on from Freddie's passing. His voice features with normality, still powerful and beautiful, central to the theme, is clearly touched by his ill health. Most the music was recorded before his death and his band mates reworked parts of it after his passing to finish the recording. The result is possibly their blandest work to date, despite having a good spirit and message.

On first listen its gawky, tacky sense of uplift is rather dominating but with a few additional spins some of the Heavy Metal magic in the oppening takes hold. Brain May brings quite the bite in places with weighty hard riffs and bright, slick classic guitar leads in his defined style. Its layered with symphonic keys for a dense sound but as the midway point hits the attitude dissipates. The songs take on a softer tone with a lulling ballad energy focusing on Freddie's somewhat self cliched lyrics and persona.

Its the one record without a standout song, perhaps the title tack comes close with the best of Freddie here and some great cohesion as the song flows. Its counterpart however, Heaven For Everyone, follies as its well intended lyrics stack up the cheese with these ballad like "gentle epics". Its certainly not my cup of tea and ends up being the vibe most the music follows. It leaves me with mixed feelings.

Undeniably genius and brilliant in their element, Queen's eclecticism and eccentricity was practically miraculous in the best of their early output. Heading into the eighties that eclectic nature seemed to weigh them down as cohesion was waning and the song writing became more divided, rigid and lacking adventure. They developed a comfort in writing that lost its excitement and surprise. With Innuendo they mustered a little bit of that spark back but by Made In Heaven they lulled back into that comfort again. Its not a great record to end on but the journey has been immensely fun!

Rating: 4/10

Queen "Innuendo" (1991)

After a patchy decade pumping out mediocrity around one or two killer songs on each album, Queen enter the 90s with a strong shift in tone to solidify a return to form that was unfortunately their last with Freddie, who's health was declining during Innuendo's creation. The group effectively roll back the years, getting past the simplified approaches to songwriting and creating more inspired pursuits of Progressive Rock that manifest wonderfully on its opening track. They sound like Queen of the 70s.

 Although other songs don't follow this dynamic the album tone lacks any of the cheese or Synthpop influence they steadily picked up over the last decade. Its a return to roots that remains a step forward with the Hard Rock edge playing out in a fun new environment. Brian May's enigmatic lead guitar style sounds less like contrasting bursts of energy interrupting a songs flow. Queen get the mood right here, over and over, his solo's making for wonderful peaks in the flow of musical indulgence.

After a string of tracks, All God's People, These Are The Days Of Our Lives and most guilty, Delilah, hits a snag with that cheesy song writing rearing its ugly head as the tone shifts into a more formulaic cast. The Hitman pulls things back on track with a roaring anthem of Heavy Metal might as its attitude laden riffs throw up a head banger of a track! It's lyrics may be a little goofy but it makes up for it that riff! May also shreds a slick, lengthy lead guitar solo as the song takes a lengthy bow out.

The albums strength is its tone and atmosphere. It feels together as one project with the soft, airy synths composed with a familiarity from track to track. Its variety seems less obvious with this consistent sound, despite there being a handful of styles and creative expressions to go around the songs. Freddie gives a really fantastic performance. Even handicapped by a limit range, he puts all his feeling and passion into whats available. A redeeming record in the Queen arch, just one record left now.

Favorite Tracks: Innuendo, Don't Try So Hard, The Hitman

Rating: 7/10

Queen "The Miracle" (1989)

There is now just two more records to go and so our journey resumes with an obvious low point for these British legends! The Miracle see's out the decade with the gaudiest, over produced and sterile sound to date. The bands eclecticism manifests with a bold metallic edge fit for the cheesier strain of arena sized Heavy Metal.

Brian May's beaming guitar features heavily throughout yet somehow its bold synth tones and song writing of the fading 80s Synthpop scene dominates the vibe. His solo work is often quite the delight, dexterous shredding finds itself overlooked as its brief arrivals do little to combat the overall theme that leans heavily of borrow ideas.

A fair helping of these songs have elements clearly borrowed from the Synthpop and classic Heavy Metal scenes. The Invisible Man may have a killer baseline and drum groove but Freddie's singing imitates the Ghost busters theme song to little merit. I Want It All is the one iconic song however the title track misses its mark sorely.

 Despite this sounding resoundingly negative, the album has its listenable tracks and quite a few musical arrangements and ideas that certainly peaked my interest. Was It All Worth It has simply booming symphonic elements at play, a joy within a dull song. On all fronts their is at least something to be enjoyed yet I feel for Freddie. Its a weak contribution, little of his singing exploring the emotional ranges he is so capable of.

Some lyrics clearly deal with his health and diagnosis which were likely a contributing factor. Its a sad observation unfortunately however it all felt a bit routine and dialed in. The album was poorly received at the time and I think rightly so. It may be easy on the ears and simple to digest but there just isn't a lot to take away from this. Two left now!

Rating: 4/10

Queen "The Works" (1984)

Far from the glory of their enigmatic origins, Queen keep stylistically challenging themselves with each project. Despite being on a dip in form, these records still throw up a classic song or two. I never thought I'd be radiating in the tone of Radio Ga Ga again. It's a childhood song now heard through adult ears with a birthed appreciation for its spacey keys, subtly Industrial drum beat and robotic baselines. The coldness between its gently simmering synths and Freddie's stunning voice when they drop out hits the reset button on its atmosphere perfectly each time, such a unique song.

It sets a mechanical undertone for whats to come in a small dose. Tear It Up retains the bold crashing drums of Arena Rock yet executed with a Industrial rigidity that will reoccur however its a moment where Brian May's roaring electric guitar riffs find unison with this mechanized experimental theme the band seem to be leaning into. Once again however, its only fully realized on Machines, a track with gittery synths and digital electronic tones in the vein of a Kraftwork b-side. The reset of the record tends to fall into the typical established styles that Queen like to dabble with.

Man On The Prowl simply sounds like a glossy piano led version of Rockabily track Crazy Little Thing Called Love. To be fair though these other songs bring the energy, Hammer To Fall resurrects the classic Queen sound with a touch of class as once again Brian May's electricity just lands well with his band mates, unlike on Hot Space. It seems that something was brewing among the drumming and robotic use of electronics on this album but it falls into the eclecticism of styles the band hinge on, leaving it short of something defining. It feels routine, despite being really enjoyable.

Favorite Tracks: Radio Ga Ga, Tear It Up, Keep Passing The Open Window, Hammer To Fall

Rating: 6/10

Queen "Flash Gordon" (1980)

Its been a while since I covered the last Queen record, reality is Id only given this a handful of spins. Its been rather unappealing. Of the rare occasions I have indulged, I would find myself bored by its shifts and sudden turns if it were not for the mere spectacle of a band pinned into a creative corner. I don't know much of the backstory here, or how the music relates to the movie itself. I'd prefer to keep that a mystery as it plays like a band attempting to be drastically different but constants leave them unable to flesh out experimental ideas and directions.

The theme song for Flash is a classic, no doubt. Ive heard it many times but it makes a poor jump off point for the record as it never returns to that intensity and thematic richness until the very last songs. The biggest stirs of energy often spark from the themes erroneous rehashing back into future songs. Sporadic bursts of synthesizer zaps and symphonic upheavals reign out between lines of dialog that feel disconnected and bizarre in nature. Its hard to envision it being the direct soundtrack, more of a project trying to use the movie for an isolated soundtrack experience, either way its pretty disastrous.

So far I've been harsh and of the nice things I can say they are mostly little musical moments that occur on occasion yet do next to nothing in making the whole thing work. Brian May's metallic guitar stirs some rocking riotous energy on Football Fight, they command direction over the racing beat lined with gaudy synths. The audio samples in this case build up a tension but the song just dissipates without any conclusion and lapses back into a lull as seemingly unconnected spacey astral synths take over. It could of evolved into something but these songs lack progression.

The synths remind me of In The Space Capsule where the those nebulous synth tones provoke quite the mystique atmosphere. Once again though, its all to disconnected as the music meanders with sudden shfts. From here, many of its one to two minute compositions have interesting aesthetics and quirky sparks of chemistry but its all littered between sharp turns in tone and audio snippets that it becomes hard to follow along with. Battle Theme would be a great example of the band doing what they do best however the song is hampered by sticky laser zaps and ear grating synths that rub against the slick guitars.

It is perhaps possible to love this record for all its quirkiness, shifts in direction and musical experiments. For me I couldn't escape how its attempt to be some form of soundtrack was hindering the flow of ideas. Things were rarely fleshed out and when the music was calling out for some progressive story telling and journeying of the sounds, it felt forced and hurried along, as if sticking to a strict schedule. Poor record, It hasn't convinced me to see the movie although I am morbidly curious now as to how the two are related.

Favorite Tracks: Flash's Theme, Football Fight, The Hero

Rating: 3/10