
The Sword “Warp Riders”
If there’s one thing guaranteed to tick off the worldwide heavy metal community, it’s bands who don’t pay their dues. There is an expectation that before you attain success and recognition, you put out a few demo and independent releases; tour like dogs for no money; and generally behave in a way conducive to the metal underground.
This isn’t quite what Austin, Texas quartet The Sword did: they emerged about five years ago and, very swiftly after, popped out a debut album of chunky stoner rock (think Sleep and Orange Goblin) which, it turned out, frontman JD Cronise had mostly written before the band existed. Moreover, they were signed to the Kemado label, owned by none other than the Disney corporation (although it’s now an arm of Sony). Any road up, The Sword needed to rock pretty titanically to win over doubters, which they do for much of third album Warp Riders.
Tied together by the theme of a planet locked in a battle between good and evil – that’s right kids, a concept album! – the band comes out fighting with majestic album artwork, akin to a 1970s sci-fi paperback, and an instrumental opening track entitled Acheron/Unearthing the Orb. All the songs are called things like that. The level of fantastical grandeur on display here is on a par with the bands who built the power metal subgenre’s prototypes: Judas Priest and Richie Blackmore’s Rainbow in the 70s, Iron Maiden, Manilla Road and Dio the following decade. Cronise’s vocals don’t quite fit this bill – they have a liquor-splashed Southern rock quality most similar to Neil Fallon of Clutch – and The Sword have by no means abandoned their previous taste for good-time boogie riffage, songs like Arrows in the Dark being the musical equivalent of a tipsy, face-wide grin.
Warp Riders is not likely to blow the mind of anyone well versed in this strain of chest-puffing metal, either in terms of originality or any member’s technical ability. But The Sword have stepped up a gear with this release, and ought to crumble the defences of more than a few cynics. -Noel Gardner (Bbc.co.uk)
Ion Dissonance “Cursed”
Ion Dissonance is set to release their fourth studio album, Cursed.. The album sees the band switching to 8 string guitars and reaching back in time for some of that magic that was present in the earlier years. Cursed sounds like a mix between the two sounds they’ve created on past records. With a churning low end focused on keeping tracks full of groovy hooks and odd-timed rhythms, and the dissonant atmosphere that was present on Breathing is Irrelevant and Solace. It makes for a powerful sound. Like a choppy Meshuggah, low-end and rhythm sensibility has been added to a noisy hardcore record. It is not without devastatingly heavy breakdowns, and the production value works well for keeping the low end chunky and the higher frequencies sharp and noisy. This record isn’t as timeless or innovative as the early ones, but it is as engaging and nearly as crushing.
“There are some tech albums that have terrible vocals that people still listen to because the music speaks for itself. Surely the band wouldn’t collapse from his departure alone, right?”
Cursed is that record. It’s not that the vocals are worse than they are on Minus the Herd, it’s that the lyrics penned by Kevin sound like they were written in crayon on a napkin from a Big Kids Meal by an angry, semi-retarded person with at least one count of battery on their record. And I’m used to hardcore vocals having violent and spiteful themes. Gabe painted pictures of scenes of death and malice with nearly every lyric he wrote, but at least he was painting a picture. The new lyrics are inarticulate, whiny, and cut through the mix at inopportune times. (Ex. “You People are Messed Up” ends with a uneven reverberating repetition of “Fuck” that sounds like a tourettes twitch). Just reading the track-list that was released made me doubt I would enjoy this CD. The vocals never reach any purpose or create any interesting points or use any interesting imagery; they’re JUST bitching, and unfortunately they’re easier to understand than Gabe’s were. It could be that Ion Dissonance are pulling our collective legs. Maybe there’s some kind of inside joke that I don’t get where its funny to have a run-of-the-mill, mediocre vocalist write awful lyrics and completely fail to replace a large portion of your sound that has departed. But I just don’t see how the members of Ion Dissonance fail to see or care how awful this is. Kevin tries to mimic some of Gabe’s antics here and there on the record, but without the emotional drive in the lyrics that probably birthed the techniques in the first place, they just sound like tasteless mockery.
Aside from this, it isn’t impossible to ignore the vocals and enjoy your listen to what really is the “return to form” album of 2010 up to this point. Cursed is musically everything that Minus the Herd felt like it was missing, but Gabe’s absence has still left very apparent hole that needs to be filled in order for this band to be as good as their first two albums suggested they could be. -Mark Bushnoe (Hearwaxmedia.com)
Orbs “Asleep Next To Science”
With members belonging to black metal band Cradle of Filth, progressive metal band Between The Buried And Me and mathcore wizards Fear Before (the March of Flames), it’s odd that supergroup ORBS isn’t as diverse as their background would suggest. They may have culminated all of their past projects into a conceptual piece about space and nature on their debut – and now reissued – album, Asleep Next to Science, but it doesn’t feel quite as ambitious as it could be. Piano lines constantly near the edge of the cliff, but rarely are they an inch away from their life or in actual danger. Fuck, most of the time they can’t even hear the waves crashing below. Adam Fisher’s vocals on the other hand are out of control, flying up and down octaves with neither rhyme nor reason and completely ruining any potential the whirlwind of bass lines and reverb-laden guitar chords gave the band’s debut album. He truly is the Mars of ORBS’s celestial universe – luckily, there is a Venus.
Although songs like “A Man of Science” are inexcusable displays of vocal retardation, album opener “Sayer of the Law” is enjoyable with a tamed Fisher behind the mic. Ashley Ellyllon’s symphonic fetish is put into drive for once and her keyboard skills are emphasized, not ignored. Tremolo plucks and unsettling chords surround the listener, while a wee bit o’ reverb adds a distinct atmosphere to the progressive realm which the supergroup resides in. As well, it’s one of the few times where longer track lengths don’t revolve around prolix excess, unlike the rambling closer, “Eclipsical” or the ten-minute-long venture through time and space, “People Will Read Again.” Loud and quirky bass lines may add character to the band’s sound, but the band can’t help but wallow in their own pretense, or perhaps it’s their lack of understanding. Do they simply not realize how inappropriate some of the aspects to their sound are? If so, this is another argument for the “ignorance is not bliss” argument. -Austin Tracey (Reviewrinserepeat.com)
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