With a new year comes a ritualistic return to the extensive discography of Killing Joke,
a band I've been exploring since this earliest days of this music blog.
These English Post-Punk emergents have had a massive influence on the
shape of Industrial Rock and Metal to come, Ministry
being a keen sample of their ideas propagating to new frontiers. Once
finding myself burned out, its now quite a pleasure to return to their
particular sound with a new set of songs periodically. This one might be
a new favorite in the collection. Released in 2006, it reminds me of my
Download Festival poster from that year. They headlined the third stage
and given all the cracking shows I've seen over the years in the top
spot of the smaller stage. I often wonder what the was like? Sadly I
didn't investigate their music until many years later, that's when I
noticed they played on that legendary year, my first and unforgettable
outing at Donnington!
Hosannas
From The Basement Of Hell is possibly the bands most engulfing feet
yet. Riding on a backbone of pounding repetition and dense aggression,
the aesthetic crushing of its gristly guitar distortions, beefy
percussive strikes and Coleman's aged throaty shouts, caries the music
into a hypnotic dimension. With a cold mechanical drive these songs
drone with an unshakable pace on lengthy escapades that chew through its
crammed assembly of instruments. Often with gusto in its step, the
drums pound simple grooves as the guitars roar with uncompromising
attitude, chopping up tight chugs and aesthetic marvels of discordant
noise and pedal effects. Jaz tends to draw his vocals out, giving a
little relief to the unfaltering march each instrumental sets out on.
Its a strange chemistry to have two aggressive forces, playing one as
relief.
Its
fortunate that one can zone out a little with this record. The songs do
churn a handful of ideas over and over in the meat grinder. Its
atmospheric. Killing Joke
have brought a curated collusion of their finest ideas to revel in the
moment. If you have got the time, its a pleasure to go through. Every
song comes with its own little spice. Invocation stands out for a superb
integration of menacing Classical symphonics vaguely reminiscent of
Kashmir. Majestic has a riff that gives me chills. The tone and
progression almost sounds like a sample from a T.S.O.L.
song. Walking With Gods unearths an obnoxious angular guitar noise to
ride alongside the massive bass guitar, somehow finding a melodic
crescendo to peak the synthetic oddities that arise.
I
could go on. The point being each song has a strong intention and
musical idea the band hammer out with this intense drive festering in
the palm of their hands. The production aids it greatly. 2006 was a time
where the loudness wars and wall of sound production still hadn't
settled. Records from this era vary in quality and I feel like this was a
looser, jostled production that actually aided the final result. A
little low fidelity can often suit an agressive direction. Ive read that
album is considered a creative peak for the band. If the next two
records are not up to scratch, that is fine. Im happy to have found this
one. If forced to make a list, Id put it somewhere near the top.
Rating: 8/10