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Sunday, January 19, 2014

Try Hardz - Try Hard with a Vengeance (On Earth) review

Year : 2013
Genre : experimental, extreme glitch galore, ambient mindfuckery
Label : Fauxtown Records
Origin : Canada
Official site : > - here - <

This review starts out with an information snippet taken from the official site, giving you the heads-up of the characterology of this formation.

Try Hardz consist of Randal-dandy, and his two trusty human sidekicks, Y.C., and J.K. At the behest of mysterious forces, and with the joint-endorsement of the C.I.A. and NASA, these "Try Hardz" have been compelled to make music primarily to create signals which render offworld communiques between a variety of alien invaders useless, or at least harder to understand by any galactic standard. 

I don't know how long this disc is, though I'm pretty sure it elevates the concept of infinity to the very next level. The name of the game is semi-sadistic silence molestation just for the fun of it, with no particular regards or considerations exhibited towards structure, low entropy meaning, or form. Structure and form are inescapable hallmarks owned even by the most complex audio patterns, and the builds that reign deliberately - and oftentimes hypocritically/arrogantly - deprived of these things, oftentimes are the ones that are very easy to catch amidst the most ambitious narrative fallacies, fueled by an intent to showcase themselves to be much more intriguing then they (secretly.) are. Read on to know more.

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Monday, January 13, 2014

Young Coconut - insufficient funds review

Year : 2009
Genre : Psychedelic Soft Rock
Label : Fauxtown Records
Origin : Canada
Official site : > - here - <

In an attempt to convey the related information of the text I'm about to quote - as faithfully to the original as possible, I will quote it verbatim indeed, but will throw colorful rubber circles into a pool of turmoiling pink liquid in the process. SEE? Here is "teh" data I have received from "teh" - logically enough - s(l)ENDER (man) :  

Hi, this is one of my albums, and I'd like you to review it.
Just for fun, a bit of background. I go by Young Coconut and I'm from Ontario.
I'm part of Fauxtown Records, which is an indie label here. What this album is
is my songs, and for each track, I got a different vocalist to tackle to. These singers
are people who are either part of my label, from other bands, or just people I know
that sing (and some people that aren't really singers)... so its kind of a concept album.
Check it out, looking forward to this.


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Thursday, October 24, 2013

Cole Hermer & The Ravens - EP review

Year : 2013
Genre : Hard Rock, Glam Rock
Origin : Canada
Official site : > -here - <

Cole Hermer & The Ravens bring both high octane and mid-tempo radio friendly hard rock heft all in the spirit of genre specifically timeless Aerosmith and "Lies!"-era Guns 'N Roses.
 Radio friendly at heart, yet uncompromisingly experimentive, while at that - not a contradiction, and those contradictions collapse with Meshuggah on the planet surface, anyway.

I especially like the way this EP sounds : it has a garage-setting charm to it, which makes it especially organic and likable. The guys themselves entertaining this type of music might indeed be teenagers, but they make YOU one in the process, too. If you can not be a teenager any time of the day, then I don't know what to tell you, daddy! Daddy. Why are you wearing that - AGAIN?? Read on to know more about this.

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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

BluRum13 - Inverted review

Year : 2013
Genre : Hip Hop with an experimentive Space Opera fascination
Origin : Canada
Official site : > - here - <

Blurum13 might posture in upside down fashion on the cover image of his latest to date full length feature presentation, yet this Canadian rhymerider has considerable chance to perpetuate fresh and relevant patterns into the mere surface of hip hop, Martian face style. Finally! In other words, do not judge the product by the cheesefest cover art, because the music on the Inverted release is about to feed you to an infinite number of singularities just to warm your ears up.

Big words should be reckoned as such, and should not be offered around lightly, yet, in the exact same stone cold sober school of thought, - qwertzuiopőúóüöűáélkjhgfdsayxcvbn - they should be given when the demand for them is warranted and relentlessly claimed. Such is the case right now. The Inverted LP, simply put, is not a disc you can afford to miss out on and call yourself a contemporary rap enthusiast after. The main dynamics the spin takes you with itself by, are the intricately sculpted and super-lengthy - per track, obviously - coalitions between the narration and the sonic surroundings. BluRum13 is quick to zone in on the trademark flow of the effort after a declaration is about to reveal its structural/harmonic nature.

We are talking about a consequently mid-tempo demeanor that always maintains the right to cultivate a desire towards the more upbeat characteristics, and the evident/brilliant hip hop magic happens with top of the foodchain efficiency, courtesy of Blurum13's hilarious ability of simply NOT being able to interrupt-let alone to stop the top tier spoken textcarpet once he finds himself on a roll WITH it, and with YOU, on it. He just took you there, and you two - four, if you include the carpet and the maid - are still moving. This is not propaganda talk, nor propaganda review, ladies and gents, this is extra crispy ultrahip - tukk! - hip hop done in 2013, and you want to hear it. Read on to know more about it.

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Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Brando Albers - Fading Away review

Year : 2013
Genre : Dark Synthpop with an Electro-Sludge tint
Label : Independent
Origin :Canada
Official site : >-here-<

Brando Albers is a massively synth-centered independent silence disruptor who notably sounds to share a quite similar spiritual disposition to that of the retro era Depeche Mode Collective, yet, the presence of that trademark gritty black leather charisma the Brit trio is notorious of is interchanged with a more restrained and deeply self-reflective demeanor that never assumes that you have some place to hurry to emotionally and/or (non)physically. If you absolutely HAVE to, then you are not really needed there, anyway. The particularly calm, contemplative and spacious spacing (I just lost a level, yes) of the music equates with the premiere strategy Brando Albers makes things easily and fluently decipherable with as far as the orientation process is concerned on his robust, and morose soundscapes. It all is a matter of your very own willingness to surrender to the ubiquitously and relentlessly contemplative musical mood, one which, on occasion, takes sufficient cunning and rampant liberty (naturally.) to reveal the shades of good old fashioned soul-defiler doom metal WITHOUT a single guitar being in the vicinity. Read on to know more about the music of Brando Albers.

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Monday, January 28, 2013

a Mark Manthei listening session


Year : 2012
Genre : Massively Acoustic Flexible Rock
Label : Independent
Origin : Canada
Official site : >-here-<

Canadian Mark Manthei is a man on the mission to circulate adept levels of massively acoustic emotional transfer that which sounds to occupy an interesting intersection between Brian Adams and the alternative rock direction of the early '90s - especially Pearl Jam.

The demeanor is morose, yet not bitter like two proper Tom Waits fans are after a bourbon bath, and the realization is exigently natural throughout, with no fear exhibited towards - well - exhibiting . This kind of music simply looks less appealing when deprived of its tints of acoustic roughness, and it is very easy to appreciate how the more "crowded" songs - from a production standpoint - compliment the cumulative, smartly contained mellowness which emerges as a fine consensus between the various instruments. Luckily, the lyrical themes never bow down to an urge to serve out instant mainstream pop appeals, instead, Mark Manthei utilizes his steady mid-range vocal talents and war-thorn-but-ballsy-as-ever acoustic guitars to narrate the kind of personal sentiments that pack sufficient thought and emotion amidst their silhouettes so they are more intriguing to relate towards than the lightweight-rhetorics of dangerless bonfire warfare. Read on to know more about this artist.

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Thursday, September 6, 2012

Devin Townsend - Epicloud review

Year : 2012
Genre : experimental, space opera
Label : HevyDevy
Origin : Canada
Rating : 7.0 / 10

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Epicloud is Devin Townsend's Jesus Christ Superstar from the verges of outer - and INNER - spaces that reject the views of Scientology, - please Google don't supply Scientology ads to this site or I will kill myself - regardless of how the cover art of this LP would be approved by the Knowing It All For Sure smile wielded by Tom Cruise. The music on the disc pretty much is the music I was expecting-, even better : HOPE - cheapest commodity - to get, as there is no doubt whatsoever that the flow is more focused and elegant this time around, then it was during Devin's most/least memorable psychotic episode to date, called Deconstruction. Read on to know more about this space opera spin.

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Friday, January 20, 2012

Dissentient - Black Hole Machine review

Year : 2011
Genre : Death Groove Metal Hybrid with Djent elements
Label : Independent
Origin : Canada
Rating : 9.0 / 10

Dissentient's Black Hole Machine LP is a freshly sounding variant of death/groove warfare. While the consorting intent evidently is to eradicate all on spot foolish enough to stand in the way of the organized sonic terror, the form of these rampant tendencies still exhibit a sober tendency to bow down to certain compositional dynamics, primarily taken from the ultimate meaning of raw T-rex meat groove metal, spiced tastily and rather bravely by luscious djent fixations. If you think that a groove metal/death metal hybrid with a djent affection might actually be sexy and worth checking out, then you are not just close to the related truth, but occupy the graceful center of it. Let me assure you in advance that Dissentient's delivery has all the sonic tools in its possession to make your neighbor suffer legendarily, and it is not afraid to use them, either. Read on to find out more about this fine package.


This record, as hinted, is as much groove metal as is death metal, and it remains free of the need to address these influences/agendas on separate rhetorical channels, instead, it manages to come up with audio data striking a delicate-, but relentless balance between death, groove and the madafakin djent. The album, thank God and Affiliates, is angry like a crocodile on wardrugs and won't satisfy until you sport limbs not incorporated in it yet. Talking about "in" and "corpo", track number 3, called "Incorporeal" is a good example, in my opinion, of what the primer elements of the release are : on this particular track, you will hear the band engage various intricate rhythmic deviations from the standard 4/4 rumble without any sign of running out of legit ideas, and the way the riffcraft utilizes artificial harmonics on the guitars, is something even Dimebag Darrell would nod on. No, he did not object against the notion.

This release, 38 seconds shy of 1 full hour in its program length, comes to you more as integral sonic data that exhibits major regularities and relative similarities, and not as a release that seeks to deviate from its favorite, honest affection to punish silence ASAP in ultraviolent fashion. I personally tend to think that this disc looks utterly good with its relentless hyper-aggression engaged full paua 90% of the time. That remaining 10% still is intense music, yet, with a more tame character rendered as the core of the related data. This readiness to deviate - in thought - from sonic aggression at the climax, signifies musical maturity.

It is very easy to join in at any time to this spin, and appreciate the great variation it is ready and able to subject you for an hour. A great deal of this variation, fortunately enough, comes to you via the djent leanings of the record. The djenting, for the most part, sounds to be more melodically sculpted than what you most often hear, and that might be the result of the fact that seldom are the times that you are subjected to less than 3 guitars playing at a time. There is something extra, too : if you listen very carefully, then you will notice that the band often features a Faith No More synth in the background, but, its volume is more tame than that of the synth of Faith No More. A safe, immediate recommendation with a whole lot of quality stuff going on, and you need to be very bitter to be disappointed by this fine release, in my opinion.

Rating : 9.0 / 10

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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Devin Townsend - Contain Us review

Year : 2011
Genre : Experimental
Label : Inside Out
Origin : Canada
Rating : 9.1 / 10

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Don't ask Devin Townsend if he considers his music important, because he will answer. Devin Townsend's favorite subject matter is Devin Townsend, which can be a beneficiary fixation to be immersed in, - especially if you are Devin Townsend - and especially so if it yields the promise of results of surfacing up music that reigns free of the vile will to relate to ANY! expectation.

Oh wait. What the fuck, my music seeks to not to relate to expectation!! Is it expected?? Is it acceptable? It sure is, Devin Townsend! YOU will be the leader of the Resistance!

If you are not familiar with the workings of this significant musician, then know this : Devin Townsend has been in the front lines of entertainment since decades, and, before he turned into a solo artist to diligently deliver the music he feels good about, already has made a name for himself by contributing to the solo deliveries of many significant performers, among these, Steve Vai comes to mind. One of Devin Townsend's relatively recent delivery, called Deconstruction, is not one that enjoyed positive reception from any other group than the most rabid Devin Townsend fan, which is acceptable, considering how the options of the most rabid fan are narrowed down to the choice of which direction to fall towards when Devine emerges to declare.

In a recent interview - which came out prior to the day of this review - Devin Townsend offers you a Legendarium of explanations - synonym : excuses - why Deconstruction had to be the way it is, and you can check out that interview here. There is something - deeply bizarre in this interview, in my opinion, though I wasn't able to check it out all the way, as it causes terrible discomfort in me, as I'm starting to feel embarrassed when I think Devin should. It makes me feel kind of shocked how Devin Townsend talks for minutes and minutes and minutes about his own creative process using a nervous system that seems so exquisitely self-fixated that it indeed has no other ultimate function to operate along than to shockingly entertain the expectation level of the mooooost important fan. And the moooooost important fan is : itself.

Hard is the work of the artist, so such, that it only can be rivaled by the tremendous effort needed to endure the whining of it. This is totally normal, because it is abnormal, and Devin Townsend, regardless how I am unable to watch this interview, might indeed need to be relentlessly fixated on himself to be able to deliver in his "hit me, Lover!" top form, and curing the man might be the equivalent of causing harm. Let me clarify what I find odd about all this. In another interview, which you will - I suppose - search for if you are curious, the interviewer asks Mike Patton if he agrees that Faith No More has shaped the face of metal music to this day. Patton laughs and says that he has nothing to add to this, his job is to put out the music, the rest is for the audience to decide. I find this train of thought-, this attitude very sympathetic. And what I see in the Devin Townsend interview I just linked, is the utter-, picture perfect antithesis of this sober approach. Once again : don't ask Devin Townsend if he considers his music important, because he will answer. Read on to find out more about Devin Townsend's latest Devin Townsend product.


Contain Us comes to you with a variety of extras including DVDs, a drawing with Devin's autograph and similar attentive similarities that are definite delicacies for the fan. As a body of musical work, Contain Us is a compilation delivery composed of the highlight pieces of four-, - ?logically enough! - previous Devin LPs. These are : "KI", "Addicted", "Deconstruction" and "Ghost".

With great sense of security - like pockets jingling - I can state that the actual music on this spin is relentless, strong, well balanced experimental delicacy, and, what I personally find especially good about it, is the fact that it does not exhibit any need to be "always heavy" or be "always this" and/or that. It genuinely and effortlessly free, and I have the hunch that Mr. Townsend wanted to imbue the release with this quality in a conscious fashion.

The variety is superb. The delivery has its fare share of thrillingly sub-melodic - meaning : not OVERLY melodic, thankfully - metal warfare, though notice this : the chorus of track four, called "Juno" is supersimilar to the chorus of Stone Sour's Mission Statement. Agree?

Ho Krill is a sci-fi song you hear in the lounge when you want to sign a record deal with a company fronted by a cyborg, while "Radial Highway" is a mixture between the True Blood theme song and the experimental formation Mr. Bungle. (Only the True Blood theme song and Mr. Bungle are still both better, sAUrry, Devin.) Next track, called "Watch you" brings to mind a combination of Depeche Mode and Yello, which is one of the most thrilling direction of menacing popular music, in my opinion. Anyone else thinks that Yello and Faith No More are super-similar in their mood-set? I would like to hear your opinion on this. And not "sorry I don't know Yello." Then kindly shut the fuck up. Up, the shut fuck, you must.

I'm kind of content with the initial sequence of promising electro-pseudo masturbation consisting of buffed-up 8-bit glitch/noise teasing Devin Townsend seeks to market - with success - as pure fucking gold on you via the intro to the 19 minutes Epic "Traestorz". It has promise, though gives little to nothing to topple an 1987 Aphex Twin cassette. At approximately 3 minutes, the track goes for a stall and seeks to exhibit drone-ambient qualities for a while. At 6:34, you are in a warped-ass Tron movie with an anime chick flailing her laser saber around your hide. At 7:31, Devin gives you your average 4/4/ techno drum machine and hasty to topple it with an introductory solo guitar. Then a brisk bass of bad intent joins in, and you are riding on totally legit rabid electronic club music, but nothing of the sort that could be regarded as innovative or unusual. No. It sounds to me like pretty conservative club music, and I finds its background story more interesting than the state it seeks to communicate bloom in. Luckily, after an efficiently and smartly presented transition, the piece arrives to a demented-ass anti-drum and bass sequence in its later part. This is a nice sequence with experimental drone elements worshiping the twisted chaos they are children of, yet, the 4/4 reek-of-sweat drum and bass drum loop does not do all that much to them, in my opinion. The point arrives when Devin Townsend realizes this, too, and gives you house music with the same idea in mind, and a female sci-fi vocalist joins in, too. Though I have nothing against the drum and bass sequence, this house sequence feels more focused and successful for what it wants to accomplish. Yet, keep in mind : the experience you will be subjected to is very akin to what you would experience in a dance club. Devin Townsend is your DJ, "only", he isn't just the mixer, but the creator of the music, too.

Spin-wrapper "Sticks and Stones" sounds like a nice song to drive a car to when you have a corpse or two in the trunk.

The second CD of the affair shows a more restrained pacing and a calmer initial sound, a percept that is about to be shattered then reaffirmed again and again as the opening tracks exhibit playful irregularities in their temper and mood. The initial strategy noticeably is to offer tracks that go easier on the ears than the character of the first CD treats them as. A narrative, lush-, but plastic direction - think of Squarepusher - is omnipresent that is colored and supported time to time by an almost Black Sabbathian comedy-sludge, so to speak, but you WILL take this parody-sludge serious, and this is why it works.

With track called "Addicted", all hell breaks loose and decides to stick around. I dig this song steadily, and here is why : in character, this is a simple, elegant Boney-M disco track, but it intentionally is presented with tormented, miserable sounds. How can you not love THAT.

"Numbered" sounds to me like a legit grunge classic with strong set of melodies and a very interesting sonic structure. I mean : it sounds terrible, and sounds so sexy while doing that. That was the intent, no doubt. This is very bravely constructed music, that dares to assume that it will be listened by someone who has the awareness to "get" what it wants. But, it does not give a shit if one does not. This is a very ripe behavior. In the midsection, the song goes black metal for a grim minute with some odd creative choices - like pumping the volume of the rhythm guitar up and down, did it give you an extra layer of hair on the chest, Devin? When measured to the deceitful black metal that interrupts the flow for a moment, the comeback of the central quasy-grunge melancholy is of exceptional efficiency.

Next track, "Timmy", sports the exact same "who tortures that fucking guitar" rhythm guitar the previous song utilized, and the main attraction the piece starts out with is some power metal man - who is this, The Devin Townsend??? - who sings about in not too convincing fashion. Luckily, it all is but a trick, because the chorus of the song is extremely powerful, and, knowing that you will be given it again, the - in my opinion intentionally - shit verse comes back with a relentless agenda to demand respect from you before giving you its proceedings once more.

"Stand" is a superb instrume(n)tal piece in which Devin Townsend lets you know that he knows how to sculpt legit riffs out of emotion, which is kind of what a massive part of metal is all about. A heavy, elegant mid-tempo instrumental with a particularly funny - albeit short - interlude that seems to summon the retro sci-fi vibes of Plan 9 from Outer Space. Naaah, you are not exactly sure you want to type "plan 9 from outer space" into Google.

"Juular" sounds to have the Bertolt Brecht going on, and, though I love that vibe as much as I fear it, I find this song to be pretty "meh". It sounds to me as a song Devin Townsend could not do anything with, and eventually he convinced himself that it kicks ass. Tip : nope, it just sucks it.

With the track "Brown Man", Devin Townsend gives out his spiritual rant about Devin Townsend's fear of heavy music, amen to that. You can hear him talk about closely related matters in the interview I have linked in the intro section of this review. This sounds to me like deeply disorganized, - tautology? - unfocused and masturbatory, moreover : this sounds to me like the shit you could expect if the creator would have zero inspiration and desire to deliver music, yet possesses all the tools at his disposal to attempt to hide-, to challenge this fact. Some gaps are not meant to be hidden, and especially not meant to be revealed.

"Madd at My Dadd" is pretty similar. I imagine these are the tracks from Deconstruction. Wow. It indeed is pretty uhuh.

"Flies" is the 3 minutes safety zone song to show you a momentary relapse of the schizoid tendencies the previous two tracks have been propagating. Yes, it is a nice song, - it is from Ghost, I imagine - but not exceptional at all. It could be on any pop artist's any pop album, and every bush hides a pop artist, you just have to look for the thing. This : not sufficient.

Neither is next one, "Call Management", which at least packs the admirable quality of coming across as a country song performed by a retired spaghetti western actor in a retirement home, and boy, it packs that genuine MIDI factor, too. What. Evvver.

Now is the time to rebel, because I refuse to offer an opinion on the last two tracks of this Devin Townsend Deluxe Box Set. In conclusion, know this : I have enjoyed this monstrous double full length compilation very much, and I do think that the best aspects of it are of truly top of the heat qualities. The only blemishes I think it is exhibiting are the annoying-ass schizo metal pieces on CD2, and I'm not entirely convinced by the "Ghost" contributions, either. Though, must admit that hearing Devin singing with a reverb preset applied on his vocals almost makes me shed a tear.

Almost.

Rating : 9.1 / 10

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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Nickelback - Here and Now review

Year : 2011
Genre : Radio Rock, Soft Rock
Label : Roadrunner Records, Universal
Origin : Canada
Rating : 5.0 / 10

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Canada's Nickelback crushes into your radar zone with a cover art that has the Need for Speed Underground 2 going on right from 2004. OM fucking G. High Dynamic Range Photography for High Dynamic Range bubblegum rock of the pretty deceitful kind, and the only catch - huge catch at that - herein lies in the profound inconsistencies the album is prone to exhibit along its not too long spin time of 39 minutes.

Nickelback's Here and Now starts out on its highest note to offer with brisk, muscular album opener "This means war", - forget the pretentious platitude lyrics - in which the rule set is quick and efficient to reveal its surprisingly deceitful character : the name of the main game, you, oh!, tricked one would think, is up-tempo hard rock-accessibility with modestly tamed aggression that packs sufficient amount of grit, but you will find yourself further and further away from this hope along the spin's way. Read on to find out more about this release, that which relentlessly collides your face with every single sentence of the "here is how to build a risk free, catchy mid-tempo rock song for the family friendly radio audience!" textbook. Blooooeeeeeeeh.


As hinted, it is very easy to be totally enthusiastic and honestly hopeful for the record after hearing its intense opener, and I personally find myself with my mouth and eyes wide open by the bewilderment caused by a healthy 75%-80% (!!) of the latter segments of this radio rock release. There is one primer quality to this record that will determine its ultimate value in your eyes, and that is this : on this Nickelback LP called Here and Now, every single ear-friendly bonfire chord progression will have its ass bruuuutally, brutally abused to death and beyond, and the same goes for the melodic rock-lines. You have heard every single one of those before. Truly, I invite you to check out the superb first track of this LP, - the second, called "Bottoms Up" is solid, too, minus the shitdigger "let's be drunk,aye!" lyrics - and compare it with the last one. Once again : OM fucking G.

This LP shallows to as radio friendly soft rock as you have ever saw or heard, in fact, it does not refrain from the borders of annoying-ass pop, on occasion. Track number "When We Stand Together" starts to test the flashing red light with a "hey, hey, yei, yie!" chorus that makes John Lennon's Give Peace a Chance run to a corner, go fetal and cry, imagine what it does to me, asfjasklfjlsflasfsfas

Unfortunately, saved for its first two solid tracks, Nickelback's latest is so brutally fixated on the super-orthodox, radio-friendly compositional technique of verse - chorus - verse - chorus - intermission - huuuugechorus - not to mention that the content gets more tired and disturbingly sweaty with each song, as I will attempt to illustrate - that the listener is quick to learn how it is a vain idea to expect anything relevant after the first two contributions. (Which are the only two actual ones on this spin, in my opinion.)

OK, I admit, track number 4 "Midnight Queen" shows a little sear promise of plastic dignity yet, but nothing too serious : this is a relatively retarded, but at least, enthusiastic offspring from Aerosmith's Mama Kin and Guns N' Roses' Rocket Queen - Freud nods - and it also is the marker from which after the record turns into saliva-embarrassment and relentless anti-relevance.

Track number 5, called Gotta Get Some : the verse structure is Genesis' "I can't dance" from 1992, and the song gets a glam metal chorus to make daddies hide their daughters in the closet. Pha. Who gives a shit. Your daughter is ugly, Sir.

Track number 6, called "Lullaby" is a copy of "Winds of Change" from Scorpions from 1990 or so, only, the chorus is replaced with the instant love song chord progression a decent woman will flamethrower-, THEN butcher you for. The fact that I was able to sit through this shit without spontaneously igniting up in flames, is a testament of will bordering on the superhuman, to be honest. Never. Again.

Track number 7, "Kiss It Goodbye" goes '80s synthpop with distorted guitars, - the riff is stolen from the '80s "uaaa - uaaa - u" song, I don't know what its title is, sorry - and the whole track reeks Peter Gabriel's Sledgehammar, in my opinion.

Track number 8, called "Trying to Not Love You" is an unsuccessful radio-hack attempt/riposte to Stone Sour's "Through the Glass", only "Through the Glass" is a song with power and dignity, and "Trying Not To Love You" is recycled soft-ass rock vomitory in slime format and I don't like it at all.

Track number 9, "Holding to Heaven", supposedly is a separate song from "Trying to Not Love You", - not so evident at first - yet one has to admit with delight that this song shows more success in communicating itself as the epitome of an Aerosmith glam metal ballad, but, basically, this what this song is. That "Holding on for : EVVA'" at the end of the chorus is what the song is all about, other than that : bonfire open chord rapeage.

Track number 10, "Everything I Do" is about women. This sounds like a mid-tempo ZZ Top song, only - and unfortunately - much less successful than the classic declarations of the Texan Ancients. And here is why : Nickelback,. Your. Song. Has. No. Chorus. !

Track number 11 is just a hideous closure with the hackneyed "we are children forever, you know, and life can be so beautiful you know, when I'm not abusing these poor chords in THIS particular sequence, you know!" vibe with another chord progression that is an embarrassment to consider, let alone PLAY.

Honestly, I tremendously like the first song of this LP, the second, I consider a good one, - minus its platitude-ass booze-abuse lyrics for teens wearing flannel shirts with horrifying rectangles on them - and all other things on this release are epic fail, in my opinion. Five points, because my heart is Gold.

Rating : 5.0 / 10

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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Unexpect - Fables of the Sleepless Empire review

Year : 2011
Genre : Experimental / Progressive
Label : Ascendance Redords
Origin : Canada
Rating : 9.3 / 10

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Canadian six pack Unexpect smashes your definition of a term that already is long dead with a smile - the definition being : "epic" - via a declaration that has no other or any less of an agenda than to assault your musical awareness with constant focus being applied to the primal attribute of this LP : it does takes its listener, itself, and its own agenda to excellently entertain, sublimely serious.

Unexpect has pretty much zero regard or interest towards such orthodox elements of music as repetition and easily identifiable sonic structure. The name of the game herein indeed is the endless search for-, and the triumphant realization of the unexpected, now being brought to you via such a solid level of convince power that you will hardly have any chance to subject yourself to this outing and remain faithful to the original mood you got into it with.

Unless : you already are mindfucked, of course.



Fables of the Sleepless Empire is both a grandiose tribute and a rampant variation towards/on pretty much all genres of music that have even a slight bit of interest in-, or an intimate relation regarding any level or form of sonic intensity. Calling this record an everyday average experimental project would be a waste of even an inept attempt to approach it for what it is and aspires to be : Unexpect's latest to date is a thorough, funnily demanding and immensely complex journey along a wide variety palette of archetpyical musical traits taken to their respective extremes via masterfully controlled intent. Intent, sticking to the position of being in constant, hilarious and shameless flirt with chaos and the mere charm of randomness. This ability of mimicking the beauty of randomness with an agenda to convince it to draw sonic patterns of integrity, is one of the steepest challenges of sound, and also a triumphantly realized one on this record.

Fables of the Sleepless Empire throws absolutely anything at you at any given time if and when it finds it as an acceptable plan to mock your awareness in a way you will have no chance to protest against. While the central intent behind the outing undoubtedly is to go for the sonic boom and project light on its surface to reveal vibrant colors of fluctuant complexity, the mere unleashment herein speaks a rhythmic and tonal language akin to that of intricate breaks and grooves, having little if any regard towards dry discipline and easily identifiable, instant musical functions.

The long-term and necessarily gorgeous ultimate function of delivering entertainment for the mere sake of it, is profoundly rendered and thoroughly worshiped - oxymoron? - simply by hiding the dormant, respective workings of any given musical function into these chaotic coats, behind these superbly constructed musical masks of myriad timbers and countless moods, invented to flatter and praise the aforementioned underlying, ultimate function they serve as valiant and vigilant ornaments for.

As noted, the record is intense for the most, spends its time with funnily presented gloom on a couple of occasions, and signs and respects its ever-present quest to address how it would - and how it DOES - sound if you would unleash the extremities of metal, ignited on classical music as fuel in its tank.

The cleverly offered moments by which you will find yourself to be subjected to a less pronounced nearness of the fair-enough-fractal-soundstorm, have a tendency to invoke playfully presented drama along a register that seems to reach for the promise of fairy tale gloom and related silent (sic!) suffering, only to kick it in the butt when the touch is about to be realized.

Production-wise, Fables of the Sleepless Empire serves as a primal source and testament on how meticulous attention to detail may draw extremely "crowded" - by notes and sounds - musical spaces without harming any participating sounds, or the mere fabric they express their existence in. In other words, the production is flawless on this one, and probably one of the most dense and most complex you have ever heard so far, this seems almost safe to be guaranteed.

Fables of the Sleepless Empire packs and stacks the skills to throw around your emotions as efficiently as it does the same thing with your awareness levels, having the ability of touching you at places you never knew you had, this being a rather pleasant extra co-incident.

Rating : 9.3 / 10

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