A band known to many. A band singular in vision and unity. A band willing to expand and ebb and flow and mix genres. A band that helps others express themselves artistically through their record label Neurot. A band whose individuals members have the same vision, integrity, and strength as the whole does. ( They have a fucking back patch that says “strength and vision” for fuck’s sake).
Steve Von Till, like the band he is part of, needs no introduction, but I’ll give a little one: he is the co-guitarist and co-vocalist of the band mentioned above, and like every other member of the band, he has side project(s) that are his vision of music, catharsis, and expression. Harvestman is the side that loves drone, ambiance, psychedelia and folk, as shown, once again, on the new album “Music for Megaliths.”
Prog-Metal and prog-rock tend to get thrown around a lot these days, with many of the new bands growing up with massive prog bands such as Dream Theater being their influence, flaunting and showing their chops with six string arpeggio sweep picking techniques, odd time signatures and a massive amount of chops in the riffage department. This can lead to great music but also to undeniable wankery and pretentiousness that can cause any amount of cohesiveness to be lost in translation.
There is the flip side to this coin, where there is a vast amount of musicianship, but song craft and layers are used, creating a sound that is vastly under rated and under appreciated. The band Zombi comes to mind, the duo who create prog-rock as a love letter to the 1980’s horror movies that we all love and cherish, where sounds come together to create an amazing sound wholly reminiscent while also being entirely their own.
The only albums you should ever feel guilty about are the ones you don’t buy cheap and end up having to pay over 100 dollars for later, or that time you ordered a record for far too much money, only to have the repress announced later that day. Music is wonderful. All of it. While my taste trends towards either atmospheric, hazy black metal, or drugged out, industrial influenced rock and metal, I have a soft spot for female fronted pop. Ok, it’s beyond a soft spot. I adore it. It is splendid music that can be either thought provoking or background noise. It works on sunny days, driving 85 to the beach, or on lonesome nights, sitting in quiet reflection.
On that note, here’s 3 records dorks give me shit for liking:
The Long Dark Road is the brainchild of Jeremy Cavan. The four piece are based out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Throughout their storied and lengthy career, Ulver has been in a constant state of flux. Starting as perhaps the first ever folky black metal band, no one could have envisioned where Ulver would end up, more than 20 years later. Of course, that could just as easily be said album to album, and on The Assassination of Julius Caesar, the Norwegian group’s 13th proper studio release, Ulver has once again turned expectations on their head, and challenged listeners by making the most straightforward album of their career. And it’s absolutely brilliant.
NYC’s Crushed is a band that came entirely out of left field for me. Someone told me to check out a couple of tracks from their new album Deep User on bandcamp, and then I saw it was a hardcore band and kind of sighed to myself a little because there have been a total of like five new hardcore records I have really liked in about as many years. So far though, 2017 seems to be shaping up to be an exception to this rule – which is exciting. Continue Reading
Yo. I’m pumped to put out my final installment of March Madness. I wanted to do a video for this one, as I own it on vinyl and it would be rad crossover for my YouTube channel. So, check out my review of The Dillinger Escape Plan’s second EP Under The Running Board. Fuck yeah. Continue Reading
A stark white album cover with some spots of blood and a tooth. Simplistic font with the name of the album and the band name. Song titles as funny and dark as they are long. An abrasive tone and style wholly their own and introspective, pensive, yet upfront and in-your-face lyrics that equally cause one to think what the singer is talking about, but know that the dude, and the band, are pissed off. Drowningman’s second proper LP Rock and Roll Killing Machine has all of this and more, creating an album that is at times beautiful, sarcastically funny, and scalding like acid.
Geneva Switzerland’s Knut (pronounced CA-NOOT, the Russian word for “whip”, thanks Wikipedia) were one of those bands that I always loved, but for a long time whenever I brought them up, no one else seemed to know who they were. I chalked this up to a couple of factors: first, that my taste in obscure, elite underground bands was/is really impeccable and second, that Knut is from Europe and American hardcore/metal kids don’t pay attention to European bands. Its mostly the first reason though. Continue Reading