Showing posts with label Powerplay issue 130. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Powerplay issue 130. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 March 2011


The red line between being messy by nature and the mess being purposeful couldn’t be wider. The Rabbits press notes indicate an instinctive carelessness. Aligning them with a dirt-rock individualism, placed on top of a reckless production, which exists to flaunt their ‘musical nous’, pushing out the grains of muddy low end distortion and lost subby percussive undercurrent. It’s all quite untrue. Sure, they sound bonkers, raw and unhinged, but every inch of this record has been schematically planned, chock-full of direction, barriered into one stylistic genre. They say punk; we say lo-fi, sludgy doom.

Musically, Lower Forms is a fairly intense experience, that’s far more extreme than ‘dirt-rock punk’ lets on; far more dark and edgy, than careless and messy. Throughout its length, there is little melody involved, with a downtuned assault placed on emphasis, rumbling along like a hornet of tanks crossing a bailey bridge. Passages nod toward the dirt-rock revival spin, albeit very briefly and when The Rabbits decide to add a coherency to their sound (which means slowing down a little) it rubs off weightless and dull, lacking an impact the grumbling had. The Rabbits can crawl, get on all fours, and run. They can’t walk, and when they try, thankfully the leash is often right around the corner.

7/10 Powerplay issue #130

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Tuning out after two minutes into the album is something to be said for short attention span, but you can relate the same antsy demeanour to Symbolic, as they simply whiz from riff A, to B, to C, to D, and so on. It’s really very difficult to keep up, as in short bursts, the tracks alone feel incredibly overbearing on the ear. More importantly Scarvest completely sidesteps on the point of melodic metal, in that there’s simply not a hook or familiar tone you can latch onto, since so much goes off at once. It’s a shame, because while the hooks are certainly present the German quartet never choose to stick with them, opting to rampage workmanly through a bottomless spiral of riffing, before gasping for air at the finishing line. There’s an ignorance for melody, song writing and key change which contrastingly opens up on the overly zealous detail for how many notes one can play at once on their instrument, or the cyclical difference in time signature. Who honestly longs for number crunching? Detail has always been in the heart – and Scarvest has none of it.

4/10 Powerplay issue #130

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Reflections is another debut which lacks a lasting impact because of its unoriginality, and more precisely, its lack of ability to open another door in a proggy landscape. It mulls around Paradise Lost, Katatonia, and Green Carnation, toward the point of simply lifting their hero’s favourite track sections and cutting them side by side. In another light, Twilight’s Embrace are technically excellent. They flaunt an instrumental nous, weighty production, and confident songsmithing to knit their progressive batch together – but it’s these very talents which leave you wanting more. Heaps and heaps of promise, and a few kinks to iron out.

6/10 Powerplay issue #130

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Bloodiest’s Descent takes the form of a progressive, artrock journey, attempting to create soundscapes enveloped in a cinematic nature, to hard chuggy metal. They’re a seven piece based in Chicago, that illicitly use all sorts of quasi layering with the guitars and keys to make up the perceived scape. Perceived because most of the time you can only hear two guitars, drums, some keys and a reverberated vocal on playback, which is a complete mishap for a band earthed in the idea of atmosphere. It relies on what’s going on within its meandering background, and if that’s not present – which it isn’t – then the entire wall of sound whimsically crumbles, or ceases to exist. It renders the record a moot flat.

Musically Bloodiest is incredibly artistic and portentous. It fleets quietly and usually ends up crashing and banging, with the occasional amount of metallic edge. This is an album which dances and dances and dances around the point, and when they get there, it’s unfortunately difficult to give a hoot.

6/10 Powerplay issue #130

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