Sunday 26 September 2010

Taint

Sadly this is more of a tribute than a celebration, as South Wales' finest have decided that they can bear my rabid fanaticism no longer and are calling it a day.

I first heard them some years ago, when I picked up a split EP they did with noisy Welsh bastards Black Eye Riot; and although it was the Black Eye Riot half of the split that I was most interested in initially, it was the three songs that Taint contributed that I found myself listening to over and over again. I still struggle to define exactly how they sound; there's nothing really fancy about their brand of hard rock. They just write damn fine songs, all groove and hefty riffs.

And they play well, too. I've seen them live more times than any other band, and they have never been anything less than stellar; not just great musicians, but a great band.

Sigh...

Bye chaps.




Friday 17 September 2010

Monotonix

I first saw Israel's most prominent musical export a few years ago at ATP '08. A quick afternoon nap that overran slightly resulted in a mad dash back to the reds stage where they would be playing. I thought I'd made it with time to spare when I arrived to a large crowd and an empty stage; but the stage was only empty because Monotonix had set up right in the middle of the large crowd. As a result, the first glimpse I got of any of the band was when the singer, resplendent in his giant moustache and bright orange hotpants, came sailing over the top of the crowd in a plastic bin. This was within the first minute. After ten minutes of sweaty bouncing around I felt a great thump on my shin, which turned out to be the drummer relocating to the other side of the crowd, still hitting the drums as he went... and after another ten minutes of euphoric anarchy, it was all over.

It was pretty bloody awesome, and I promised myself that if I ever got the chance to experience their scuzzy garage rock, crazy hair and tight sweaty pants again, I definitely would.

And I should have done just that last week when they played at the Croft; but unfortunately my gig buddy came down with a dose of lameness. Foolishly, I decided against being Billy-No-Mates for the evening, and so missed a gig that ended in the street with the singer and some other guy leaping into each other from the shoulders of the crowd.

Damn.




Friday 10 September 2010

Meshuggah

It is by fairly indirect means that these guys became the greatest band in the world ever this week. It started with the most recent issue of Rocksound, my periodical of choice for when I need to be told what to think. The cover CD had a track on it by Canadian deathcore types Ion Dissonance, called "We Like To Call This One... Fuck Off." Here it is.


I quite liked it, but the review of the album in the magazine was more disparaging. "It's hard to see why this is necessary while Meshuggah are still a going concern" it said. Or at least, something like that.

A tad harsh, perhaps, but quite fair. Why bother with a band that sounds a bit like
Meshuggah, when there's Meshuggah? Who, let's face it, sound exactly like Meshuggah (if not more so)?

Meshuggah are a progmathcyberjazzdeathmetal band from Sweden, whose earliest albums were a bit bonk.

They now sound as though a bunch of insane scientists decided to create the most brutal and technical metal band in the world; starting with The Dillinger Escape Plan and precisely one quarter of Converge, they first stripped them of all their catchy melodies and pop sensibilities before rebuilding them as flame-spitting atomic robots with
deathvalves turned up to eleven and guitars tuned down to frequencies below the human range of hearing. But it still wasn't brutal and technical enough, so they just got the guys from Meshuggah instead.

Wednesday 1 September 2010

Echobelly

Those with functioning memories might recall that last week, I described Echobelly as being "offensively inoffensive". On the face of it, describing them as the greatest band in the world ever a mere six days later may seem like a U-turn of neck snapping magnitude. So consider the following.
  • I did also describe them as quite brilliant.
  • Their second album On (which is what I've been mostly listening to this week) is something of a grower; and has some astonishingly good songs on it.
  • I've been in curiously good spirits lately, so inoffensive will do me just fine thank you.
  • The greatest band in the world ever changes each week for a reason; I'm nothing if not fickle.
  • I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you. Fuck you, internets.
I'm glad we've got that cleared up. I can now get back to ordering the rest of Echobelly's no doubt stellar back catalogue, secure in the knowledge that my integrity remains untarnished.