Majority Rule - Interviews With David Frost - album
I don't know exactly why, but good screamo puts me in a real autumnal mood. Maybe it's the fact that it's music rooted in emotional hardcore, (
not the commercial shite which passes for emo nowadays) while it also has many of the hallmarks of old Norwegian black metal, which I associate with spooky forest landscapes and death in fall. Which to me is something akin to 'cosy'. At least when I'm having a depressive week, like now. And at the tail-end of those, I get the urge to get things said, so bear with me as I go for the longest "W.A.Y.C.L.T?"-post ever.
This band... fuck, it's so good. The maelstrom of gritty guitars, which abruptly segue into beautiful melancholic picking by way of shattering feedback, the drums alternating between frantic technical beats and austere mechanical pounding, and tortured vocals, screamed with so much raw emotion, it's overwhelming.
Forget conventional song structures - here, you get brooding martial build-ups plunging into intense hardcore, crushingly sad instrumental parts and chaotic art-metal riffs all in one song. Some of the basslines are even gothic-sounding, like something you could find in a Cinema Strange song. All this, set in a soundscape that manages to conjure up images of mountains and cathedrals (figuratively speaking)
without resorting to heavy-handed, glossy over-production. It sounds
real.
This is so far from
anything (except bands from the same genre) normally associated with punk, yet that's where this music has it's ideological base. It is made with total disregard for radio-friendliness, marketability and mass-commercial appeal. It represents an uncompromising attitude to the art of music and personal expression. It is 'ugly' and 'difficult', but is all the more rewarding when it finally gets under your skin.
Cradle of Filth can go suck a donkey for all I care,
this is what fast, dark and shrieky music should sound like.
Word.
And I'm done.
