9.14.2009

The Importance of Being Metal: Megadeth-Countdown to Extinction

Megadeth-Countdown to Extinction
1992; Capitol Records
http://www.megadeth.com/home.php

1. Is It Any Good?

No, not really.

I mean, okay: I'd be lying if I said it was an outright horrible album. It's not. It does a few things right. "Symphony of Destruction" is an intense, driving anthem for the ages that's likely to make the listener feel just a bit giddy, if they're of a sinister mind. "Skin O' My Teeth" has one of the best lyrics I've probably ever heard-"I need a ride to the morgue/That's what 911 is for." The title track is alright. And "Psychotron" is based off of a Marvel supervillain named Deathlok, so...there's that.

But aside from that? Here's the scoop: "Skin O' My Teeth" and "High Speed Dirt", as much as I enjoy the former, are the same fucking song. "Sweating Bullets" takes the growly, muppetesque vocals from "Peace Sells" and overuses them to the point where they turn from "funny and devilish" to "retarded and boring". "Captive Honour" is just dumb as fuck, straight up. Check out this little snippet of spoken-word genius:

"I hereby sentence you to be incarcarated with no possibility of parole for life."

"Life?! Whaddaya mean life?! I ain't got a life!"

Was reading that funny? That's probably because you didn't read the first line as being spoken in a southern accent and the second line as being spoken by Dave Mustaine not caring if he sounds like a lazy dipshit.

And the rest of the songs? I don't even remember what they sound like. I stopped listening to one of them not two minutes ago and I'm drawing a blank. That's the real problem with this album overall, is that it's just boring as fuck. It's exactly like their first four albums, just watered down to the point where it stops being heavy metal and starts being hard rock. And no matter what Wikipedia lists the genre as, you can be sure as shit there's nothing to thrash to here.

2. Is It "Influential?"

God, I certainly hope not. Although...chugging guitar riffs? Ham-fisted political statements? Goofy vocals?

Well, I guess we've found the inspiration behind System Of A Down.

3. Is It A Good Entry Point For Beginners?

No.
This was one of the first metal albums I'd ever listened to in full, and even at 14 years old, when I didn't know anything about anything and couldn't tell you what "good" metal was if my life depended on it, this album still put me to fucking sleep. Countdown To Extinction is considered something of a classic, but in my mind the only notable thing about it is that it was the last Megadeth album ever released that wasn't so bad that playing it could be considered a threat equivalent to flashing a switchblade in a dark alley.

-CJ

9.07.2009

Japandroids - Post-Nothing

2009; Polyvinyl Records; Toronto, Canada
http://japandroids.com/

I have been agonizing over how to start this review for quite a wile.

you see, Japandroids sounds like a band you would go see in some burnt out garage, graffiti covered walls, water damage, no stage, one hundred kids clustered around trying to move as much as they can to get this energy out without crashing into the drum set. I've gone to these shows. I've been going to more and more as time progresses. And for most of them I walk out of the building feeling... pumped. feeling energetic, feeling excited and exhausted and alive and like there is nothing more fun in the world. But, I mean, when is the last time I came out of one of these shows feeling inspired? like a religious experience? And isn't that what they're for?

and yeah they don't sound all that original the first time you here it, but goddamn that is made up for by the song writing. Some how these guys have managed to find that oft missed point that is confidence without pretentiousness. And they sound so much more I haven't seen Japandroids live yet despite several attempts, though I haven't given up trying. But listening to their record... man, I can feel it. And when it comes down to it the sound of this album isn't much different from the stasis quo, which is to say it doesn't sound all that original sincere then anything I've herd in ages.

Young Heart Sparks Fire is about realizing how far you've strayed from what you wanted. Its about deciding you're no longer going to worry about dieing, from here on your only going to worry about chasing those sunshine girls. Its about "you can keep tomorrow after tonight we're not gonna need it" Its about staying up all night getting drunk with friends because you damn well can't think of anything better in the world.

Crazy/Forever is about telling the world it can go fuck itself, that you can't find any reason why you and your girl can't make it forever.

This album is about energy. Its about youth. Its about...

I don't know.

I feel as though I'm just spitting hyperbole here but, its just, I here this and, Damn, I don't want to worry about dieing. I just want to chase girls and run races and blast my music and be crazy forever. I WANT TO BE CRAZY FOREVER.

1. The Boys Are Leaving Town
2. Young Hearts Spark Fire
3. Wet Hair
4. Rockers East Vancouver
5. Heart Sweats
6. Crazy/Forever
7. Sovereignty
8. I Quit Girls

and i'll sing the beatles and you'll sing them better

9.04.2009

The Importance of Being Metal: Black Sabbath-Master of Reality


Black Sabbath-Master of Reality
1971; Vertigo; Island Studios, London, England
http://www.blacksabbath.com/

1. Is It Any Good?

T
his is going to be a refreshing change of pace for me, because there are no qualifiers I have to place before I start talking about this album. No "While this has merit, it's downfall is" or "Many people look on this album unfavorably, but" or "It could be considered a masterpiece if only". No. None of that. Master of Reality is, as a matter of fact, a bonafide metal masterpiece. No ifs, ands or buts about it. This is the real deal, an enduring classic, a doomstomping Goliath trampling through the realms of popular music and into the imagination of the frustrated, the depressed, the just-plain-fed-up and it is a glowering signpost that states, "This is where heavy begins and this is also where heavy ends." This is the motherlode, folks.

It's incredibly difficult to single out one particularly wonderful thing about this album-even the two filler songs, "Embryo" and "Orchid", are entertaining songs in their own rights. I suppose if there was one thing you could single out about this album that makes it so masterful, it would be the unbelievable texture and weight that flows through every song. This album feels heavy. It has an ability to excite and crush simultaneously that is unlike anything I've experienced with any other piece of music. There's an energy in Master of Reality that subsequent doom metal bands have never been able to bottle.

I don't mean to say that this album is oppressive with it's weight, or that it creates a sense of dread. It does not. It excites. It fills the listener with a desire to run and scream and smash things. "Children of the Grave" is the best example of this phenomena of severity mixed with childish jubilation-an anti-war anthem that tops even the band's own "War Pigs", the lyrics and the grounded, rumbling bassline instill the feeling that the earth is about to crack open at the seams while the guitar line compells the listener to dive into the faultline and try to stop it. It's impossible to sit still while listening to this song, as it is for the majority of the album as a whole.

"Sweet Leaf" and "After Forever" are fine album openers-they certainly set the tone for the rest of the album, the former song being slow and thundering and the latter being quick and thundering. (There is a lot of thundering on this album) The real meat, however, lies in the second half, beyond even "Children of the Grave". It lives in two songs, "Lord of this World" and "Into The Void". They are both equally important and impressive and both of them are two of the most stomach-rumbling, planet-crumbling songs ever put to tape. "Lord of this World" is a sneering, mocking anthem of hate and greed, a chiding speech from the Devil about what fools we mortals are to follow his ways. It's impossible not to feel some sort of looming presence hiding in the track itself-it is slow, it is crushing and it is an absolute leviathan of a song, the kind that can make it so that you're down on your knees screaming "LORD OF THIS WO-ORLD! EVIL POSSESSER!" along with Ozzy before you even know what's happening.

Separating this song from the last and most important song on the album is "Solitude", a ballad that's more than a touch indulgent, possibly weepier than is called for, but it is a kind of "we've all been there before" sort of lament about lost love, and it's despairing nature doesn't break very far from the overall feel of the album, so it can hardly be called something "amiss" with the work as a whole, even if it is somewhat unexpected. And it makes the following song so much richer due to the complete 180 it takes from this soft interlude.

"Into the Void". The centerpiece. The testament to human self-destruction, the cosmic space opera of despair and desolation. The holy beast, the golden chalice that rests at the top of an already magnificent album. "Into the Void" is, quite simply, a colossus. It is an enormous song. It takes up physical space in the room when it is played. The song is not about a rocket to the sun, the song is a rocket to the sun. It is a perfect piece of music, one of the very few, one where absolutely nothing can be changed to make it better-the lyrics, the drums, the guitar or that absolutely glorious bass line. It is a gut punch of a song, a wailing god to which all things heavy must pray and give tribute. It is doom, personified sonically.

Master of Reality is a Titan of music. It is a collection of anthems dedicated to the evil and deceit that presents itself as the Devil but shows up in every human soul. I haven't even talked about how amazingly, consistently wonderful the musicianship is, or how Ozzy's voice compliments the lyrics perfectly, or how Black Sabbath never really writes "good" lyrics, just engaging, enthralling ones that pull you into the song like a black hole. I won't talk about these things, because I've already gushed far too much, and this has already gone on far too long. Just know this:

This album will destroy you. In the best way possible.

2. Is It "Influential?"

Master of Reality is almost single handedly responsible for creating the genre known as doom metal. The bass lines and riffs launched thousands upon thousands of teenagers to try to reach the same depths of heaviness. Without this album, decades of metal music would have been irrevocably changed for the worse. It is unquestionably one of the most influential albums of all time, in any genre.

Is It A Good Entry Point For Beginners?

This is one of the places where it all started-this is the blueprint for almost every generation of metal to come after it. If you are to understand where metal comes from and what it's all about than you need to hear this album. It's nothing short of required listening for the novice metal listener.

If that's not enough of a reccomendation, than how about this: Master of Reality is the album that single-handedly turned me into a metalhead.

As if you couldn't tell from the first section of this post.

-CJ

9.01.2009

The Importance of Being Metal: Led Zeppelin-IV

Led Zeppelin-IV
1971; Atlantic Records
http://www.ledzeppelin.com/

1. Is It Any Good?

I've talked about this in detail earlier, but the short answer is yes, it is very, very good.

2. Is It "Influential?"

Is Led Zeppelin IV influential? What kind of Goddamn question is that?

3. Is It A Good Entry Point For Beginners?

No, inasmuch that everyone on the planet has already heard this album and probably doesn't even regard it as metal. So it would be an even stranger place to start than AC/DC. This is part of the public consciousness almost 40 years after its release, it pretty much doesn't even have a genre at this point. That said, if you haven't heard it yet than for Christ's sake get on the ball.

NEXT TIME ON THIS LIST: More substance!(Seeing as how I'll be covering an album that I both love and that I haven't already covered extensively on this site like IV was)

-CJ

8.27.2009

Grizzly Bear - Veckatimest

Grizzly Bear - Veckatimest
2009; Warp Records; Brooklyn, NY
http://www.grizzly-bear.net/

Two Weeks is an amazing song. Lets just start with that. It has a unique interesting sound, its catchy as fuck, in ricochets around in your head for days, and it doesn't fade with repeated listens. Amazing. And, ok, its impact isn't that much, which is to say it won't have any great effect on any one's life, and its lyrics are actually meaningless and just go to fill in the space for the operatic vocals, but so what? Its a summer song, and those things aren't always necessary. Relax. As the song says: "Take it easy, Take your time"

The thing is...

These kind of things carry over through the rest of the album. But not all of the songs have the ability to negate them like Two Weeks does. They all hold the interesting and enjoyable sound, but to be honest, they're not as catchy, not as memorable, not as good. The album gets boring at an alarming pace, and sitting through the entire thing can be a frustrating experience that leaves you, well, really really wanting to blast some fucking Jesus Lizard.

So why all the hype? Well, the indie community is legendary for its album-centric attitude, and it would be hard for all of us to admit such a brilliant single came off such a dud. But to be honest, I don't know why this band is so big. Am I missing something? That question has been bouncing around torturing me for months. Is there really more to this album that everyone else is seeing? And so I listen to it again and again but still the facts remain. This album just doesn't do it.

So then I get mad. Indie-pop is one of my favorite genres and there is so much good out there. Hundreds of amazing bands are popping up at every turn and fucking Grizzly Bear's album hits number 6 on the charts? I don't know.

Whatever, man. Its summer. Don't sweat it. Sit back. Take it easy...

8.02.2009

Roisin Dubh



Thin Lizzy: Black Rose-A Rock Legend
1979; Vertigo; London/Paris
www.thinlizzyonline.com

Heart and intensity are two things that really, really, really matter to me in music. Moreso than anything else. You've got those two things, I'll give you a listen.

I've been fretting over how to write the review for this album for weeks and weeks. Here's all you really have to know: This is one of the most heartfelt, intense albums you will ever hear. It's not that the vocals are jagged, because they're not, and it's not that the guitars are particularly heavy or distorted, because they're not. It's not because Brian Downey and Phil Lynott are one of the most underrated rhythm sections in music history, although that's certainly part of it.

"In my youth I'm getting older."

One line. One line is all it takes to realize you're listening to something special, sometimes.

Every single lyric, every word, comes from an entirely real place. Every line Lynott sings, God rest his sole, he meant with all his heart and soul. People talk about Jailbreak as being Thin Lizzy's breakthrough album, and maybe it was in terms of sales and popularity, but Black Rose-A Rock Legend is their absolute creative peak. Maybe the absolute creative peak of heavy rock in the '70s. Did I go there? Yes.

Listen: Jailbreak, while very good, was pretty much just a collection of songs. Black Rose sounds like it could be all taking place on the same street-gang violence, sadomasochism, alcoholism and an intensely bitter breakup all form the tapestry of the Toughest Street in Town. There's light at the end of the tunnel, though. That guy who broke up with his girlfriend? At least he's not still with that bitch. The alcoholic? He's stumbling home to his family as we speak. This is not a bleak piece of work-this is an album that says, "This is life. This is the people who live it. This is the good, and the bad, and this is how we make it beautiful, every day."

Fuck all that, though, if the musicianship isn't up to snuff. Good thing Gary Moore is one of the most underrated guitarists of all time, as he makes every song on this album one that you're going to remember. Good thing Lynott and Downey back that sweet-ass guitar up with one of the most ass-rumblingly awesome rhythm sections in recent memory. Good thing Lynott, whether he's sad or furious or overjoyed, can squeeze every tiny bit of that emotion out of any lyric he sings and just make it explode, turn it from just a word into something magical, something that means something, something that can touch your spirit.

"Do Anything You Want To Do" and "Toughest Street In Town" are both guaranteed to send you bolting up out of your seat. Then we move onto the cautionary "S&M" and I think to myself, "This album CAN'T be this good all the way through". And then, hey, even with the two misses, "Sarah" and "With Love", it is. It is exactly that fucking good.

Look. Stuart's had this dilemma when he writes for this blog before, when he loves something so, so much that he just can't put it into words. Music that makes him bounce up and down and makes it so that he just never, ever wants to come down. I hadn't felt that in so, so long. Maybe not since Quadrophenia. I heard that album two years ago. Two years since any collective piece of music has filled me with such life, such a love for music and the people who make it.

A few days ago I was feeling bad-and this is a true story-I was feeling bad because Phil Lynott was dead, and I would never, ever be able to tell him how much this album means to me. How much I absolutely love with all my heart what he decided to do with his life, and the art that just pours out of his soul every time he opens his mouth.

Look at me! I'm speaking nonsense again! I want this all the time. I want to feel like I do when I listen to "Roisin Dubh(Black Rose): A Rock Legend", the final song on the album, all of the time. I never, ever want to come down from this high. I just want to laugh and dance and love everyone when I'm listening to this music. Nothing can touch me. Nothing can hurt me. I can only give, I can only love.

Fuck it. This is one of the greatest albums ever made. Nothing captures life and energy, in all it's forms, good and bad, like this album. It has enough heart, soul, fire, rage, grace, charm and wisdom to line up ever album of the past ten years and blow them out of the water, forever.

This is every bit of why I love rock and roll, why I love music, condensed into one album. It's a masterpiece of honesty and love, an absolute masterpiece, and the world is a better place because it exists.

A Rock Legend.

G
od damn fucking right it is.

  1. Do Anything You Want To – 3:53
  2. Toughest Street in Town – 4:01
  3. S&M – 4:05
  4. Waiting For An Alibi– 3:30
  5. Sarah – 4:20
  6. Got to Give It Up – 4:24
  7. Get Out Of Here – 3:37
  8. With Love – 4:38
  9. Róisín Dubh (Black Rose): A Rock Legend – 7:06
-CJ

8.01.2009

Noise; and Wolf Eyes - Burned Mind

There came a time in my life, this past January, where I had to decide how far I was going to take it. I had spent some years of cutting my ears on Sex Pistols and early Clash, and then later Gun Club, Glen Branca, Minor Threat, Nirvana's Bleach, Pixies, Modest Mouse, Liars, Hella, Black Pus and on and on. Which is to say, I like violent music. I like really violent music. As far as passion could push it. This was, and is, acceptable in the community. There were many people I know who only listened to violent music: punk and metal. But... that wasn't good enough for me. The punk being consumed around me was generally angry, but also fun. People upset at the world who's proposed solution was booze, drugs, sex, and graffiti. Metal as well was almost too fun, indulging in high concepts and overly macho fantasies. It seemed more the anger of an oppressor then the anger of the resistance. And wile these genres have worth in their own way, and I've come to greatly enjoy both of them, they never quite gave me what I was looking for.

The thing is, I didn't want solutions, I just wanted the anger. The hippies and the early punks both knew there was something wrong with the world. The difference is that the hippies thought that love could solve it. The punks didn't pretend to know what was going to work, they just knew the situation at hand did not work and they wanted to destroy it. And though both very quickly dissolved into self indulgence until they forgot about the outside world altogether, both the love and the anger, its that punk nihilism that I felt the need for.

And so I hitched my wagon on to the least melodic forms of punk, and onto noise rock and no wave and post punk and jagged experimental. I started listening to music that any decent person would switch off in an instant, and then burn the disk. And I kept pushing it, it never was enough. CJ once made a comment that I am in love with feedback. I guess you could say that's true, anything to push the noise further.

Wolf Eyes is the farthest I've gone so far. A band that sits just across the boundary between noise rock and noise music. This is screeching violent thrashing music. Its damaging, and listening to it is borderline self abuse. None the less, it is brilliant and every listen reviles more depth, but its that primal passion and anger that really drives the album. And though I'm not always in the mood for it there have come times when I need this album.

Its a ubiquitous cliche for adults to listen to resent music and say "its just noise", a phrase dating back to the Beatles, to Elvis, to Charlie Parker, probably further. But... we are young and we are angry. We are furious. And to express that, to even really feel that, we need just noise. Just loud music with no music behind it. Just volume. And we need to keep pushing it.

And this is the point I'm willing to go to right now. Perhaps I will soon become more desensitized and have to look into Merzbow and No Fun Fest and beyond for my fix, but at the moment this is what speaks to me. I feel as though its the sound and the feelings that everyone has, but of what I've herd only Wolf Eyes has had the bravery to express it.

I don't think my ears will ever forgive me, though.

Wolf Eyes - Burned Mind
2004; Sub Pop; Ann Arbor, Michigan


1. Dead in a Boat
2. Stabbed in the Face
3. Reaper’s Gong
4. Village Oblivia
5. Urine Burn
6. Rattlesnake Shake
7. Burned Mind
8. Ancient Delay
9. Black Vomit


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