Mudvayne "The End Of All Things To Come" (2002)

 

Following up on L.D. 50, here is another "what could have been" record of my Nu Metal era youth. I vividly remember a close friend showing off the album art and raving about the music. Of course Not Falling is now somewhat of a downtrodden metallic anthem. One for Millennials needing to wallowing in ones woes. Its a powerful but moody song, flexing between aggression, torment and loathing indulgences. Like their classic Dig, it builds to a fiery release of tension, unleashed with half of a bouncy groove still holding on to its grievances, never quite going all the way in.

The End Of All Things To Come was a surprising maturing of ideals expressed last time. Thoughtfully channeling the syncopation to impactful riffs, toning down the overt Korn influences, this cloudy chromatic aesthetic edges out more from Gray. He finds a range of unique strains on his vocal chords to fire frictions and contrasts with the de-saturated texture his band forges. The rhythm section has power in force, chopping out grooves while melodic outbursts seem sullen and rainy in muted vibrancy.

Considering its sixty nine minutes long, the record lacks bloat. A real sense of care surrounds these songs, traversing a broader multitude of ideas with refined craft and expressive intent. It's a subtle shift away from the bouncy boom of Nu Metal, a further exploration of Jazz and Progressive musical ideas. Tribbet's guitar riffs often slam simple rhythms housed in different time signatures. Backed by the creative drive of drummer McDonough and dexterous musicality of bassist Martinie, it plays a delight.

Moments of expansive percussion, utilizing tom atmospheric drums, hazy looping guitar leads and progressive song structures, alluded that Tool were likely a keen influence on the band at this time. This retrospective has given much appreciation for a band I once considered just part of the fad. Mudvayne have much more to offer than typical Nu Metal bands, this record really defines their creativity and uniqueness. I know things take a turn from here, to stay on this path could of really been something!

Rating: 8.5/10

Mudvayne "L.D. 50" (2000)

 

As typical a Nu Metal band could get, somehow the depths of Mudvayne's debut record eluded me in my youth. No one could escape the maniacal assisted suicide anthem of Dig, a classic of the genre. Familiar with it, Death Blooms and a few others, I decided the deep dive was in order! Having now binged its downtrodden frustrations these past few weeks, I've unearthed a simultaneously intelligent and trope riddled record. Primarily just a curiosity for the times, I've enjoyed its offerings immensely.

Talking of tropes, the influence of Korn is undeniable. Obviously, syncopated guitars and the angsty, moody tone but more notably does Chad Gray emulate many of the quirky antics and painful inflections Jonathan Davis defined. It stands in contrast to his furious screams and vulnerably endearing clean singing that offers a refreshing individuality. He melds well with his fellow band mates, as musicians, they are clearly a step above their contemporaries when it comes to ability and creative execution.

A big takeaway from the attentive ears of a now seasoned listener is the technicality. Mudvayne were clearly flirting with ideas from Technical Death Metal, Jazz and polyrhythms. Bassist Ryan Martinie routinely counteracts the simplicity of dropped guitar riffs. With elegant, yet complicated finger work, high octave chord strikes and purposeful dissonance, a delight is revealed. His presence textures the music, adding dimension and stripping out dulling repetition where song structures retread riffs.

Also toying with time signatures and more ambitious syncopation, quite often will one hear brief echos of Meshuggah as stabbing guitar riffs jostle with unusual rhythms. This along with calmer moments, delivered by cold shimmering acoustic guitars, amount to a solid formation. On its journey, the ideas explored abridge Nu Metal with more musicality while compromising nothing. The result is a very distinctive sound, easy to cast aside by its tropes yet under the hood a trove of aggressive wonder.

With a depth of inspiration unfolding, L.D. 50 plays sweet and steady. Broken up by a handful of zany, ambiguous electronic interludes, its relentless metallic march is bridged to reinforce a maniacal tension even present in theme. So too do core songs offer occasional instrumental explorations Progressive and atmospheric in nature. With all these elements firing strong, its sixty eight minutes play exciting from front to back. I'm walking away from this astonished, the bands reputation deserves more.

Rating: 8.5/10

Fragment "Unknown" (2002)

 

In the frenzy of a musical high, scouring my archives for a sample I needed, I stumbled upon a lone MP3 obtained probably over a decade ago, the song Negative Patterns. Standing as a ten minute epic of early Djent tone insanity, I scrambled to find the full record online. Turns out this band once opened for Meshuggah and this, their only record, was produced by none other than Fredrik Thordendal, who lends his distinct lead style for a solo on that same track. In that moment It felt like I had stumbled onto a gem but having had time to sit with it the take away isn't so good.

My excitement was mainly triggered by the Chaosphere / Nothing era tone. There may be a plethora of imitation and influenced bands around today but in 2002, not so much! It's also Meshuggah's later guitar work that became their legacy so finding a project in this vein is less common. In terms of originality, Fragment offers little new to the formula. Their singer emulates the flat monotone shouts of Jens and the guitar is a slug fest of all the same low end chugging arrangements. Anything higher up the fret board comes with the expectant "alien" melodic feel. Even the drums deploy the same tricks, switching from open hi-hat to splash cymbal to give a riff renewed groove.

With three mediocre interludes of reflective, astral ambience the four songs of erratic Extreme Metal barrage with little relation to its synth counterparts. They toil endlessly in a low end choppy slog of oddly timed grooves looping up under a 4/4 percussive pattern. Its remarkable how little creativity is brewed here. This monotone pummeling literally spans the runtime with differentiating one or two note grooves over and over again, endlessly. Discordant lead guitar refrains give the relentlessness relief but never lead to anything other than another churning of complex picking rhythms.

In all my supposed criticism, one can enjoy this record if your into this style, which I am. It has it's moments, occasions where some pivot into a new riff has renewed aggression and sway. What is disappointing is lack of originality. The group are somehow unable to put forth any new idea's Meshuggah had not already. Because of all this, my initial excitement faded quickly. Unknown is essentially a one trick pony and that trick isn't theirs. Competent production by Mr Thordendal, invigorates the musics aggression and tone, salvaging the best of what would of otherwise suffered. Worth a listen if you want more of the Chaosphere era sound!

Rating: 5/10

Tool "10,000 Days" (2006)

The time has come to draw the Tool journey to a close, however this wont last long as a thirteen year gap between albums will end with another record later this year! With 10,000 Days I have have taken the most time as once again the words to describe this music often alludes me. It has however been the easiest record to get into with many hallmarks of their sound now etched in my mind. The one most distinctive is the cyclical rhythm guitar work that needles in timing oriented jabs of chords and palm muted chugging. On paper it could almost play like a Djent record akin to Meshuggah but Tool take a typically artsy approach with their plastic and narrow guitar tone. One can then relish more so in the winding patterns without the crushing intensity.

The guitars temperament lets dense atmospheres brood as its habitual chugging becomes a current to flow with. Although its polyrhythms and time signature play is clear in this department, much of the bass, drums and second guitar too play into this mentality with the more common constructs dabbling with subtle shifts and oddities. Its a firm backbone for a stage of expressive, emotive and freeing tangents to emerge from, not only does Keenan rise from this foundation but both the lead guitar and even bass get involved in brewing these swells of musical delight. Danny Carey too will dazzle with his ambidextrous playing. It feels like a light can be shun on him at any moment within the record and something interesting will be taking place at his kit.

The records pacing is something of contention. After a steady opening fifteen minutes of chug and churn riffing and swells of expression, the music shifts for the next seventeen with two slow burns. The title track itself builds to an brief out poor of energy that is short lived and after The Pot it feels like the record never gets locked into a groove. Lost Keys has its melancholy guitar lick laying down a sadness that is amplified immensely by this howling guitar feedback that conjures a feeling of grief and punishing loss. It moves into heartbeats and a conversation with a doctor that makes the song feel like a soul has been clutched from the jaws of death.

Rosetta Stoned brings back the foundational guitar work and theme established. Its another epic brew of swelling music that takes its time mounting through itself but after that eleven minutes the album tends to loose my captivation as ponderous and crawling paces of subtle and tender atmospheres don't quite grab me as much as they did when the record was fresh. Its a strange criticism because the dynamic nature of this band is whats so interesting but as it draws on the magic of their pacing feels lost as the momentum keeps sinking back into the quiet. Its hard to say what record is their best but this certainly feels worthy of being considered alongside Lateralus.

Favorite Tracks: Jambi, The Pot, Lost Keys, Rosetta Stoned

Rating: 7/10

Tool "Lateralus" (2001)

My journey through the records of Progressive Metal behemoth Tool hits an elongated fumble as we arrive at one of their most talked about records. Its been over a month since Ænima and with that time Ive sunk my teeth into this meaty eighty minutes of progressive epics many times. I have found myself at the same conclusion many times, Lateralus is slow to get going and its best moments are spun from lengthy build ups that dispel the tension and immediacy yet its best stirrings of musical gusto lurk from these meanderings like a switch that changes nothing. My favorite moments seem to stem from apex of these unending tangents as a final piece of the puzzle falls into place. Its been a fascinating listening experience but as I turn my thoughts into words, the semblance of their meanings feels like a key starting to turn the lock.

Dissecting the musics continual unwinding, one can see the markings of mathematics and music theory manifesting in its song structures and riffs. A lot of the guitar works repeats with obvious cycled counts and poly measures. Its song structures play out linear paths of slow methodical builds in atmosphere and intensity. The guitars often play out pivoting on this principle as slabs of slicing distortions grind through the timely measures with a repetition that always deceives itself, a niche touch. Danny Carey and his presence on the drums are as powerful as ever. He finds himself with one heck of a task to take that big and busying drumming style and play it out through unending passageways. His ability to hold the music together through massive segments should not be understated, its an essential performance.

Lateralus as a whole encapsulates the tone Tool built so far but channels it rather directly into these deeper atmospheric tunnelings that take out the raw emotions. Maybe it is to be found in Keenan's words but with most of that passing me by his performance plays more like another instrument with occasional outbursts of raw screams and energy in the musics peaking moments. The record really gets going with Parabola, a song that perhaps most sounds akin to their previous work. It opens with a groovy crowd bouncing riff that flows into big, engulfing lead guitar notes in the upper range, immediately gratifying. It mostly manages to avoid the number shuffling riffs and compositions while still sounding keenly progressive.

After this track it feels like almost every song is illuminated in its crowning moments with riveting moments of electricity. With that in mind the meandering in between is far more enjoyable as its droning quality suddenly swallows you whole in these moments of brilliance. Lateralus, at eighty minutes, seems to be a deep cut but even after a whole month of devouring it I came to a point where I felt as if the album was too big for itself. Then in the listens leading up to writing this post its as if the magic finally started to click. Its almost like I am only now just starting to actually hear it. Although 10,000 Days is next I will undoubtedly keep this one spinning from time to time.

Favorite Tracks: Parabola, Ticks & Leaches, Reflection

Rating: 7/10

Between The Buried And Me "Automata II" (2018)

Automata II is the second installment of the Automata double mini-album format the band have split their music into this year. This second half clearly strides into consistency with a stronger sense of theme that their progressive nature can usually make a meal of given the array of influences these musicians share. Across its four tracks the theatrics of showmanship play out in moments of carnival festivity as horns and trumpets emphasis jovial moods emanating between the cracks of rattling drums kits and metallic groove shredding guitars. The chemistry is tuned to its apex on Voice Of Trespass as striking memories of Diabolical Swing Orchestra are conjured.

On the other three songs this particular vibe is less prominent as the slew of intensity shifts, direction changes interchanging of instruments leads it along many paths. Its thirteen minute opener The Proverbial Blow takes the cake as both records best song. Its opening riffs evolve with intricacies in replay as subtle organs and synths wade in on the melodies. Its energetic thrust eliminates the building hype as calm wades in on the storm, holding us in suspense. Singer Rogers brings a vocal performance to elevate the fine direction the song takes, the steadily rising intensity finds its moment for shouts and screams or tight distortion guitar grooves.

A distance lead guitar wails across a suspended atmosphere as the music builds its tension to release. Its fine musicianship but only on this track does it really resonate. The other songs tend to fall into the mishaps of Prog music that doesn't quite engage this listener with the direction itself. As shifts permeate and new instances arise the juggling of serine melodic harmonies and dirty aggressive hammering play somewhat jagged. That's more of a comment on the first Automata though, this is clearly the better release, the best of both could of made a swell record but instead we have two reasonable releases that are sure to keep fans happy.

Favorite Track: The Proverbial Bellow

Rating: 6/10

Between The Buried And Me "Automata I" (2018)

I was firmly disappointed in the bands previous release Coma Ecliptic and I'm marveled to learn its been three years since its release! It makes sense since I have a memory of walking a route at my old home and listening to that record, not resonating with it. My how time flies! Fortunately this time around Ive quite enjoyed this shorter record, clocking in at thirty five minutes it doesn't out stay its welcome however it does have a rather bitter sweet composition where the heavy doesn't always suit my mood.

Swaying between their expansive, Progressive inclinations and metallic roots in Math Metal, Metalcore and Djent, Automata I has moments of scenic harmonies, playful melodies and luscious chemistries between musicians that also, unfortunately, gravitate into the lull of overtly technically and aesthetically bludgeoning tangents of metallic assault. Being a Progressive Metal band it is hardly a surprise but rather disappointing how the heavy end of their sound feels grades below what they accomplish with harmonic breaks and ditching of distortion guitars, the same goes of singer Tommy Rodgers who has a powerful clean voice that gleams, his screams however I find cagey and narrow, to often do they creep in underneath his clean tracks in the transitional sections.

 Its made me question if my apatite for heavy music is fading but I think it has always been the Progressive side of their sound that has lured me in. With the second half of Yellow Eyes and Millions, the band drift into a wonderful passage of free flowing music with touches of Jazz Rock as they tone down some aggression and let drummer groove on his kit. The opening track Condemned To The Gallows manages the swaying of intensities much better but I think this band has so much more to offer when the distortion and screaming isn't present. I also learned today this is essentially one half of a double album so Ill be picking up the other half soon! I'm hoping for more acoustics.

 Favorite Track: Millions

 Rating: 6/10

Converge "The Dusk In Us" (2017)

Converge, a band with a reputation, known as pioneers of the more erratic strain of a Heavy Metal and Hardcore crossover, the Massachusetts based band have never pulled me in yet. Skimming over some of their classics like Jane Doe, I couldn't feel the spark others have raved about for years and unfortunately that's all I can say of this release that has made a fair few top album lists this year... or last. Its mostly not working for me, a few bombastic moments grab a nod but its artsy emotional soundscapes of rip roaring guitar noise and fluttery melodies tangled in disharmony pass me by as they rub up against one another, much like the vocal and guitars.

Disheveled screams rattle away, rippling of the music in a fury of rage. They bounce from the music in their harsh rawness, dispelling any chemistry the bands vision had in store. Elasticated riffs spasm in perpetual motion, their fate at the mercy of the guitarists who love to wail in with hissing screeches of feedback amidst the aimless assault. Battering his kit the drummer flexes dexterously with a solid display of composition that queues the direction and holds musical ideas firmly in place.

I can hear what Converge are going for here. Expansive music lines the front of erratic pummeling Hardcore, broadening the scope with songs that opens up into vivid places far beyond the core of the sound. Singer Bannon's voice just doesn't sit right with me, the constant delves into structure devoid thrashings and nonsensical anti-melodies threw me off pace whenever the band get going. In a few songs, ie the title track, Bannon drops his screeching making an impression but whenever the album builds some atmosphere its quickly demolished. Would liked to of enjoyed this more but the majority of music here drags it down to far for my ears.

Rating: 3/10

Ubiquity Is The Answer "Infinite Number of Elements" (2007)

Side project of French musician Cheney from Void Thru Materialism, "Ubiquity Is The Answer" is a similar beast of mathematical Djent Metal with touches of Thrash, Groove and Extreme Metal. It sounds like an outtake record, the guitar tone is almost identical and its only the style and abrasive approach that separates its identity from VTM. "Infinite Number of Elements" is a harsh rhythmic assault that strips back harmonization and melodies in favor of hard crunching metallic grooves which delve into polyrhythms and mathematic time signatures within the context of the overall 4/4.

Its drum machine is especially raw, snare rolls sound like machine gun fire and its volume in the mix is overbearing. That and Cheney's whispered scream style turns a quite fruitful musical experiment into a dizzying onslaught as the magic in the guitars is constantly weighed down by ugly drum kit sounds and over compensating vocals that lack a proper scream. The guitar tone on the other hand is spot on, big bold, tonal and performed to perfection for a range of tricky note fretting.

Behind its ugly facade an unstructured riff fest emerges where elastic grooves, temporal chugging and tribal antics are set free to explore themselves on the open field. Mostly its one to the next as the guitar leads the music in a linear fashion through each idea. The best moments come when the guitars double up because its mostly a singular riff at the fore front, when a lead guitar or alternative rhythm guitar joins in there are sparks of magic. "One To Six" being one of the record harshest songs find a moment of charm smothered by aggressive drums where an alien hammer on lead opens a dimension of sound along side the main guitar.

"Anonmaly Number Five" has a flash of things to come as the song abruptly breaks to a moment of jazzy Metal and follows it up with textural Djent's much in the style of Animals As Leaders. Aside from that their isn't much else that tells a tale of things to come. Cheney is very much focusing on the mathematics and odd time signatures that Meshuggah had brought to prominence. Its very much a record of experiments and outtakes, weighed down by a lack of polish in production and a tech demo vibe that comes across in the riff lead progression. It is however enjoyable but not something to come back to.

Favorite Track: Organic Texture

Rating: 4/10

Void Thru Materialism "Converge Into Unquiet Spaces" (2005)

Opening with an almost acoustic, slightly distorted, quiet guitar being strum you might reach for the volume dial only to have the music blow up a moment later as aggressive distortion guitars burst in with groovy, thrash energy and a seasoning of polyrhythmic goodness. Void Thru Materialism have there mark on my channel, the "void" added to Xisuma given the username was taken and I was listening to this band in search of one. They are a French band from Paris, born out of a one man band project that started back in 2001. How I discovered them is still foggy in my mind but despite next to no success in terms of exposure I adored them. At a time when online distribution was in its infancy any free music was a gem to find and since then I have always gone back to this band.

Void's inception and identity comes just before the Progressive Metal sound took its current direction. With the Djent guitar tone and Meshuggah time signature influences they reside in a space where Groove Metal and Metalcore on noticeable aspects on there crunchy guitar chugging sound. Between slamming the low notes on singular strings the band has many power chord driven riffs, something Meshuggah dropped after "Destroy Erase Improve" ten years earlier, something fans of the band do comment on missing.

With a sensibility for good grooves, guitar chugging and power chord ringing, the bands brains, Cheney, accents it all with great melodic guitar leads that counter the otherwise mechanical, metallic sometimes Industrial sound that pummels away. In good fashion the songs take on conventional song structures with room for expansive moments in the longer cuts. The title track "Converge" loops its killer riff at the four minute mark for a spacial guitar lead to elude us of a conventional solo as its deep reverb and indifference to the crunching polymorphic riff beneath have it wandering its way towards the void, forever meandering without conclusion other than the rigid cut at the track end.

The music is fantastic, its production is both a flaw and strength for me, the drum kit from hell is obvious and overall it could do with a bit of polish and clarity but its far from harmful. Its charm is in the DIY aspect, there is passion within this music and the necessary means have been found to connect us to it. Another aspect of mixed results is vocalist "R" who has a unique and polarizing style with a forceful, disjointed, unconventional approach that steers clear of normality at every turn. Having known each song inside out, with Cheney doing his best for vocals, I initially disliked the change but over time its grown on me, out of familiarity. One thing I do like is the obscure growls and cryptic murmurings that fill the silence between sung, or spoken, words. His performance certainly has character.

As much as I adore this record I can't be too generous, this is just a four track EP, or five with the bonus, and much of my love for "Converge" comes from the demo album that came before it. I know the songs inside out due to my fanatical listening of their demos back in my youth and so it holds a special place and a good feeling within me. For the average listener I'm not sure what they would get from it, I do however think with a fair few listens much of what I can hear would come across, there are a lot of strong grooving, time signature oriented riffs at work.

Rating: 7/10

The Dillinger Escape Plan "Dissociation" (2016)

Announcing it would be their final record certainly enticed me to listen to Dillinger for the first time in many years. There reputation and legendary live shows are undeniable but the erratic math rockers never drew me in at a time where I was far more close minded. Its their seventh full length in eighteen years and a farewell as the group decide to call it a day and part ways. I wasn't quite sure what to expect but "Dissociation" drew me in instantly and the past few weeks I have been enjoying it ever so much. Its a fun wild ride with all sorts of crazy sporadic music and jazzy inflections between the dizzying onslaught of elasticated aggression.

At times you will be scratching your head, how do these guys perform this dizzying onslaught of erratic noise? Between more convention repetitions the music rolls into bursts of odd time signatures that have the guitars thrashing frantically as blast beats blast without form and it all sounds like a mess, a somehow how delicious, exciting mess. The record is diverse though, between its loaded moments they find measures of melodics, conventional song structures and vocal hooks to sing along to. "Fugue" marks itself as a fascinating interlude of disrupted melodies, schizophrenic baselines and glitched out drum programming quite reminiscent of "IGORRR". In the midst of "Low Feels Blvd" the music breaks from its frantic persona into a splendid affair of smooth Jazz in whats initially a cold break but the music finds its was back to its usual self as the elements get increasingly energized before a blast beat takes us back to the insanity normality.

Another quality of the record I enjoy is the layers of sound. At several moments in the the record there are submerged layers of synth and sound that creep out between the chaos of the leading instruments. It has its moments of simplicity but otherwise its a weaving organic web of sound elasticizing back and forth at the mercy of odd time signatures. There's little to fault, maybe singer Puciato's screams might turn you off but I just loved how much energy and emotion he put into his turbulent screaming, raw, harsh and animalistic although between those moments many more conventional styles arise.

"Dissociation" is a finely produced record with a ton of variety. No moment in the record feels like its retreading old foot steps and the constant evolution of the music keeps one on their toes. With little knowledge of their rest of their discography it seems like a solid record to sign off on however It leaves me wanting more of this sporadic art, luckily their is a back catalog to digest!

Rating: 7/10

Sikth "Opacities" (2015)

With the recent touring reunion of infamous English metal outfit Sikth, its no surprise to see this mini-record released after nine years of silence since their second full length in 2006. It consists of five songs and a brilliant acappella performance in the vein of 2003's "The Trees Are Dead And Dried Out..." weird and eccentric closing track "When will the forest speak?". It has been great to hear the group back together however nothing here stuck quite like the classics of their past but didn't stop it from being an exciting listen and a welcome return.

Opacities bares the signs of a band getting back into the groove of things, but not quite where you'd expect. What they have got right are the aesthetics. Their identity is intact, mostly in the vocal department with Mikee and Justin reuniting their distinctive chemistry, dynamic range from clean to guttural and theatric, playful performances, sounding as youthful as the decade gone by. The guitar tones are on point with many of the notable techniques, like hammer-ons, sounding the same as where they left off. The underlying music however doesn't follow the same flow as before and sounds somewhat more generalized of a modern Metal band.

Opening with a bombastic groove riff they quickly conform to more comfortable metallic styles unlike their previous unpredictable nature. Where they were once spectacular in the spectrum of unusual or unfamiliar musical ideas there are now echos of these ideas surfacing between the groove heavy poly chugs that take charge for most of this record. Given their track record and the sparks of excitement that crop up through the EP they sound like a band still reconnecting with their identity. 

It may sound a little gloomy but this is a band that have set high standards for themselves and Opacities is a charged, energetic ride of a record that never settles for a dull moment. Its ripe with enthusiasm and punch, plenty of atmospheric moments and inspiration to soak in, but its still just a sign of where they can go. If a full length is in their plans they have certainly shown the signs of getting back into their prime.

Favorite Song: Under The Weeping Moon

Rating: 6/10

Iwrestledabearonce "Hail Mary" (2015)

I'll be blunt, I went to skim over this record with low expectations. I skipped straight to the middle of the first track and the hooks sunk in immediately. Astonished and blown away, I had to double take, Is this really Iwrestledabearonce? To be fair it was their sound, the maniacal over the top noise shredding was present but this was a focused assault vehicle of grooving brutality breaking the speed limit. Iwrestledabearonce came out of the naughties Deathcore scene as a directionless mismatch of genre mashing thrown together with a thick slice of cheese. They produced a fantastic hit with "Tastes like kevin bacon" but from the get go showed a lack of vision and came across as a group simply in the moment, mixing ideas and bipolar sounds together while not taking themselves or the music seriously.

Fast forward to 2015 and the band have been through some lineup changes across the last six records and most noticeably the replacement of their singer with another female vocalist who drops in the occasional strong clean vocals and sounded very familiar to her predecessor, although its been some time since I'd last listened to this band. Initially the aesthetic change didn't feel that drastic with this record but going back over their previous releases the change is massive and the most distinguished characteristic that survived is the frantic noise oriented guitar shredding, no doubt the result of the only surviving member lead guitarist Steven Bradly.

"Hail Mary" opens up with the fade in of chaotic noise shredding before throwing us in the deep end with tight, choppy rhythmic drum blasting and discordant riffs, steadily transitioning into a bouncy groove riff that sets the tone for a vigorous session of furious noise militia hurtling toward the listener with plenty of coordinated grooves and mosher riffs in the design. Its these break out moments that give the record continuity and refreshment that makes the textural onslaught manageable alongside these head banger moments. The consistency runs from start to end with every track delivering something unique and interesting in comparison to one another, its a fruitful offering of which listen after listen is yet to tire on me. 

Breaking down the groups sound it becomes apparent it revolves around the guitars almost exclusively, with drums providing an accompanying punishing strike and singer LaPlante's screams becoming an inoffensive layer of rhythmic noise through her discernible screams. On "Wade In The Water" some strong electronic noises surface through which makes one wonder how much of the crazy frenetic noises are made with the guitar. Either way the textures are delightful on the riff fest that plays up tireless bizarre guitar squeaks and squeals at lightning pace between modern metallic riffage ranging a broader spectrum of grooves and styles that come into play between the colorful chaos.

Initially I felt the clean vocals were a little unnecessary, but after countless plays they have crafted some of the records best moments with LaPlante's best coming from her strong harmonious leads. My excitement for this record still hasn't died down after many listens and I have very little to criticize. This was a refreshing metal record of the "Math Metal" variety that doesn't let up, however the production despite being a modern craft of audacity doesn't quite sparkle as much as some other records Ive heard this year. A big surprise and if they can improve on this record then the future is very bright for them. This has definitely left me in anticipation of the next release.

Rating: 8/10

Cloudkicker "The Discovery" (2008)

Bomb sirens cry out in desolation as an eerie suspense unfolds. An underlying noise creeps and crawls amounting into a rising, atmospheric guitar ring out, then suddenly busts out into a gorgeous, tight, rhythmic thrashing of djent tonal guitars oozing in reverb and crushing out a simplistic repetition. Straight away I got that feeling like I knew exactly what this record was about. Several listens later that initial appeal is still here and this record is everything I thought it would be. 44 minute of enigmatic instrumental djent with a vibrant splash of color and melody. Cloudkicker is the one man band project of Ben Sharp, mutli instrumentalist who releases all of his music for free through the bands official website.

"The Discovery" is a polarizing formula, a crushing rhythmic assault is carried out by the low end guitars and forceful drumming, while the leads and high range notation color and climax these songs with rich and absorbing melodics that wash together in a sea of immersible abrasion. Its a formula that is set down from the first moment and fails to stay far from it. Through the record each of the songs offer up some different approaches, riffage and ideas that make this very enjoyable if the sound is your cup of tea. Theres some melodic, lighter, more acoustic tracks in between the heavier songs that really help this album flow and transition between tracks.

Asides some great instrumentation and songwriting, this record has a great sound to it. It comes with an "amateur" overtone to it that I can only describe as being warm and loving. It feels like someone put a lot of heart and energy into the production which sounds great, but has some technical flaws, none of which are even a big deal, but that amateur vibe stays present, and I like it very much so. One of the most notable features is the use of a drum machine that sounds like "Drumkit From Hell", having worked with this before it is certainly a hard sound to disguise but even though its noticeable the drumming is well programmed and fluent with the songs. Overall this is a fantastic record that has a lot of personal charm and one that has me yearning to seek out more from this talented artist.

Favorite Tracks: Genesis Device, Dysphoria, The Discovery

Rating: 7/10

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