On first listen to this quartet of tunes, one may forgive Ascentia for dubbing themselves prog metal. Don’t get me wrong – this IS proggy, and it is most definitely metal/hard rock. But it is oh, so much more. I, for one, am eagerly anticipating a full-length outing from these blokes. There are two long ones and two short ones. Tunes, that is. The order varies from one source to the next, so I will go with what I was presented with initially.
Incidentally, Ascentia hail from Greensboro, North Carolina, and they were formed in 2008. Their personnel is as follows: David Godwin on lead vocals (and very clean, straight vocals for the most part), Preston Bass on bass and vocals (how appropos), Michael Martin on guitars and vocals, Nathan Elko on drums and vocals and Justin Krick on lead guitar.
First up is Catharsis, an uptempo jam and unfortunately one of the shorter numbers. As is evidently the norm for these fellows, they pack a lot of punch in a few minutes. This number is only three-and-a-half minutes, but they get a lot accomplished in that relatively short span of time. Catharsis is an uptempo jam with heavy-as-fuck riffing and excellent vocal work.
Perseverate is one of the longer numbers (6:44), and begins life with a bit of doom and gloom for all you folks who like their jams a bit darker than most. It reminded me a bit of Hawkwind or maybe even earlier Alice in Chains, only heavier! Only a minute-and-a-half in and we get our first guitar solo, a tasty blues jam that will make the hair stand up on your neck. This is fairly heavy stuff, and a bit disjointed at times but still pretty cool despite the messiness. Some folks think Keef of the Stones is a sloppy lead player, but look how well he did! At 4:20 David decides to go skyward with his vocals, which gives way to another guitar bit at 4:35. Five minutes in he resorts to screaming, followed by another guitar solo. Big finish at the end, of course!
Aphelion (a point in the orbit of a planet when it is furthest from the sun) is up next, and it is a rambling beast at 8:16 in length, and features another cool doomy intro with heavy bass licks. The production seems a bit muddled herein, but other than that, both thumbs way up! There is some pretty decent riffing here, but the track doesn’t really seem to go anywhere from whence it began. Ah, well, nobody’s perfect. At four minutes in we get an instrumental breakdown jam, then a nicely delivered guitar bit at six minutes. A good track overall but perhaps a bit long…
The final track, Revenge, features a big guitar opening with both axes wailing away. This is a total guitar jam that unfortunately ends far too soon at a robust three-and-a-half minutes. I was again reminded of perhaps a slightly heavier Alice In Chains. At 2:30 I was noticing the disjointed, chaotic proceedings I had noticed above, but it still works somehow. The vocals break down and do a bit of a growl to accompany the relatively clean vocals. Another big finish and we are done far too soon. Hopefully these blokes will do a full-length recording soon.
To recap, they may not be completely prog, and they may not be completely metal. They are a meeting of the minds of those two, if you will, and they serve both genres proudly!
Let us say for just a moment that you happen to be a Prog Metal fan. Not only that, but a prog metal fan that happens to REALLY like Classical music, and the violin in particular. If that is the case in your musical world, then look no further for your next musical adventure. You have struck gold, found the Holy Grail, use whatever comparison you prefer and enter here. Cydemind are the find of the month, hell maybe even the year.
Hailing from Montreal, these fellows have an EP to their credit already, titled Through Mists and Ages. This LP is their first full-length, and features instrumental metal, heavy on the violin and the piano. On board for your listening pleasure are the players: Olivier Allard on violin, Camille Delage on keys, Kevin Paquet on guitars, Nico Damoulianos on bass and Alexandre Dagenais on drums. Together they form a seriously tightly knit unit, and the jams speak for themselves!
Derecho is first up, and it is a longer one, damn near 14 minutes all told. It begins beguilingly enough with strumming guitar, then violin, then piano. It is all seemless and beautifully woven together. It is, at times, more like jazz/rock fusion, but there are more often moments when things get very metallic. If I was going to draw comparisons, I would no doubt begin with Kansas, but more likely I would go with someone like John McLaughlin’s band Mahavishnu Orchestra. Only heavier…
Next on board is the title track, almost a half an hour in length, and the single longest number for these recordings. Now, granted, 30 minutes is a long time to sit and listen to ONE song. However, I sat through it and I don’t recall being bored once. There is, of course, a beautiful piano intro, but it doesn’t take long for the real jams to kick in. There is a musical journey awaiting us here, and there is lots of heavy rock/metal on this track!
As one might imagine, a half-hour track must have lots of movements in it, right? Right as rain, my readers. At 3:45 we hear some nice piano plus rhythm, and there is a lovely synth jam at five minutes in with the violin to accompany it. At eight minutes in there is another violin, guitar and keyboard jam, giving way to peaceful, even restful piano at about nine-and-a-half. Then there are some waves on the beach FX, so don’t fall asleep yet! There are duels a-plenty to come; violin and drums, piano, heavy chords and riffing with some violin on the side. There is some extremely tasty piano and violin playing here, as one might have begun to expect at this point. Fourteen minutes in, we find more jamming. There are virtuosos at work here, folks. The interplay even during the relatively quiet passages is just fucking brilliant.
Well, I could sit here all day and tell you about the lovely half-hour jam here, but with all of the upshifts and downshifts in tempo, soloing, jamming together, it is more of a listening experience than I can recall having in quite some time. So, moving right along…
Track Number Three is Red Tide. It begins life with an atmospheric FX intro, followed by more instrumental metal with violin. The piano work is, again, exquisite, and there are plenty of drums and guitars to make one keep their ears tuned. Nice jam at the end as well
Stream Capture is much the same as the aforementioned tracks, but is slightly mellower than the others. There is a nice acoustic fingerpicking intro which gives way to some more beautiful piano work. The drums and the piano plays big roles in this number. There is some nice shredding at the 3:20 mark.
Tree of Tales is heavier, again with a classical flavour. It starts with some nice riffing, and the violin is very lyrical and melodic. It takes the place of what would no doubt had been vocals had the group not had such a competent violin player. There is even some solo violin at the three-minute mark. Another big jam at the finish.
Today’s closer is also the shortest number on board. At a mere five minutes in length, What Remains reminds us that there are times when you can be mellow, but you need to leave your audience hammered with the last tune. Cydemind indeed accomplishes that and then some. Everybody gets a chance to shine on this one, and it is over far too quickly for these ears.
In short, if you are a fan of classical violin, jazz fusion, or prog metal, then this is definitely for you.
To those of you in the know, the Nash Rambler was a vehicle of some repute. This outfit, who named themselves after the aforementioned vehicle, formed in Vancouver, British Columbia in 2007. They play rawk and roll.
They are “a raging four-piece with an arsenal of sweaty, blistering three-minute power post punk anthems. Apparently the best-kept secret in Vancouver, but word is getting out“. Gnash Rambler are Brad Mitchell on drums, Regina Australialus on bass and vocals, Nick Venditti on guitar and vocals and Dave Shannon on lead guitar and back up vocals. They released an EP “Nasty, Cutish and Short” in 2009 and began work on a full-length, Once and For All, in 2011. This is their self-titled debut. They have shared the stage with Helmet,The Melvins, Poison Idea and Jello Biafra. They refer to their sound as “hooky punk rock/metal-tinged power pop”.
No One Gives a Fuck is the opener for these recordings, and is a punchy start to things. It is, as most of the tracks here are, short and sweet and to the point.
Dues and Don’ts reminds me of a totally fucking heavy Stray Cats, like hillbilly heavy metal, if you will. Lots of noise and big punk/metal riffs.
Bad Karma, the first single from the record, is a bit longer, but again features a speedy, uptempo delivery and big riffs. According to Nick, it is about “how friendships and alliances can often be worthless than the paper they were printed on. Always read the damn contract.”.
Downtown Rock features big everything; big drums, big bass and big guitars. There is a nice lead guitar solo at the 1:45 mark and a little instrumental breakdown at 2:45. These blokes are consistent if nothing else.
Buick Spyder Beyond Our Means is another number with a very quick tempo. There is high-speed riffing and lots of busy bass and drum work. The guitars are good, and do a bit of galloping like so many of our other hard rock and heavy metal friends. At 1:20, things kick into an even faster gear for us, and at 2:45 there is a shift into Riff City territory. At about three minutes the vocals kick in, and at 4:15 there is some serious guitar shredding going on. This track is all about the bass. Go Regina!
Buick and Blues For Boogie, the next track, are the longer numbers at five and change apiece. They squeeze a lot into these lengthier tracks, as yo will hear if you get a chance to listen. Blues features one of those spooky intros with acoustic guitars and a nice thunderstorm going in the background. It also ends the same way. In between we get lots of nice storyteller mode stuff. I was reminded of Jason and the Scorchers or The Blasters, only a bit more metallic. Three minutes in finds us enjoying another lead guitar solo. There are also some notable bass and drum licks here. There is even a bit of harmonica for all of you blues purists out there.
Jello Mold features some cool vocal ranting. This is a sort of ‘boogie’ metal, if yo will. Killer drums and bass, with a wicked growl at 1:25 followed by some powerful guitars around two minutes in. This is flat-out testosterone rock, with super big Riff City power chords abounding. “Gonna cut your soul from a Jell-O mold/ Nasty vicious funny and cold”. Kind of scary when you consider the delivery and the vocals…
Doin’ It All Wrong is a big jam with heavy riffing. It is simple but strong. There is some shredding at 1:30, first on the guitar and then briefly by the bass. This and the follow-up, I’m Het, are both a bit comedic, and they are short, heavy punk stuff. “You’re so hot, I almost forgot!”
PAX Americana features another creepy intro, plenty of big bass, vocals and guitar. A nice shred at the two-minute mark, plus a bit of a rap/rant at 2:45. Some of these tunes give one the impression that Gnash‘s tongues are very firmly implanted in cheek…
Man Over is another speedy number with punk riffing plus big bass. At one minute in there is some serious shredding and rhythm riffing. I caught myself doing a bit of headbanging during this one. Another shredding solo pops in at 1:55.
The closer for today, Sex Beat, is another heavy metal/punk slammer. No point in letting up now, right? Lots of guitars, big bass and drums – in fact, I caught myself uttering ‘wow’ at the bass more than once!
In short, if you like your tunes hot, hard and heavy, with more than a bit of speed, then Gnash Rambler may be right up your proverbial alley. They mix punk and power pop and heavy metal to great effect on this, their full-length debut.
This is something of a strange one to review, since I’ve got a lot of time for Blaze Bayley. I’ve met and interviewed him a couple of times and he’s an excellent bloke. He always, and I do mean ALWAYS puts on an excellent show. The real strange thing for me is that I know Blaze’s guitarist, Chris Appleton. Another excellent bloke. You’ll have heard several of my chats with Chris if you listen to The Wyrd Ways Rock Show.
What’s stranger (for me, at least) is that I know his little brother, Luke (Iced Earth bass player) and I met all of those through Chris’s mum, Lynne!
So here’s my somewhat biased review:
Welcome to the second of a three album concept, following the adventures of one William Black. This chap made his debut on last year’s Infinite Entanglement album, and will make his third appearance next year, going by the release schedule for the last album and this one.
To do the introductions, Blaze’s current band is made up of members of British Heavy Metal act, Absolva, in the forms of Chris Appleton (guitar & backing vocals), Martin McNee (drums), and bassist, Karl Schramm. This album also features backing vocals from Mel and Jo of up-and-coming British Symphonic Metal band, Aonia, making it something of a showcase of Northern England’s underground talent pool.
As you’d expect if you know about both Blaze and Absolva, the album gets off to a strong start. There are some unusual backing vocal effects going on, and this permeates the rest of the album. Certainly no complaints from here. It’s always good to be a little surprised. Something that can definitely be said is that Endure and Survive has a sound that’s very much it’s own. The vast majority of the songs wouldn’t feel out of place on one of the stronger Maiden albums (and praise doesn’t really get much better than that, really, does it?).
There are times when spinning this one that it strikes yet again how good Blaze’s voice really is. Not sure the operatic inflection fully works, but if it allows him to harness the full power of his instrument, fair enough. He’s developed an awesome set of pipes as he’s got older, and is a very different singer to the one who left the Tamworth Terrors, Wolfsbane, to join Iron Maiden all those years ago. Another thing that slaps you in the ears is that Chris Appleton’s rhythm guitar playing, right the way through is both exemplary and imaginative. Think Geezer Butler on the early Sabbath albums, and you’ll get the idea. He doesn’t do “the usual”. This guy should be a much bigger star than he is.
As I mentioned earlier on, you’re really not going to mistake this album for anyone else. It’s Proper Heavy Metal. Now, I will freely admit I’d probably enjoy the narration that appears at various junctures more if I’d listened to the previous album more recently (that’s one I’m going to have to put right in short order). Still, it doesn’t get in the way of a very decent collection of songs.
It’s not all Traditional Metal, though. There are moments of light and shade. That’s something Blaze has learned from a certain Mr Harris. Eating Lies, for example, sets off with a little bit of acoustic, leading into some emotive guitar playing from Chris. Of course, Blaze puts his all into it, as you’d expect. After a bit more Proper Heavy Metal, Remember is a real curveball. Spanish guitar from Chris and an accordion and violins. It’s the sort of thing you might hear accompanying a Latin thing on Strictly… if that sort of thing floats your boat. Anyway, this song is almost a palate cleanser and is, oddly enough, one of the standouts.
Right the way through, the Absolva boys, Chris, Karl and Martin show their quality. The drumming right through this album shows a quality and deftness some might find surprising (having seen Absolva a few times, I wasn’t). On the strength of this album alone, Blaze and the boys should be well up the bill on the SOPHIE Stage at Bloodstock, at the very least.
So to sum it all up… yes, it’s a concept album. It’s part two of three. But don’t let that put you off. Is it up there with the likes of Operation: Mindcrime? It’s less histrionic, more measured and if anything a little more coherent, but only time will tell. It’s certainly worth top marks.
The thrash-metal pride of Essen have returned with their 14th studio album, and it is a real corker! Though I must confess my lack of familiarity with the band’s previous material, this is indeed another of those cases where I am compelled to dig deep into the past. Kreator are Mille Petrozza on vocals and guitar, Sami Yli-Simio on guitars, Christian Giesler on bass and Ventor on drums.
The tunes on Gods of Violence run the gamut from smaller radio-sized chestnuts such as World War Now (the lead-off track if you discount the intro Apocalypticon), Satan is Real, Totalitarian Terror, Hail to the Hordes, Fallen Brother and Side to Side to longer tracks like the title track, Army of Storms, the epic Lion With Eagles Wings and the gargantuan closer, Death Becomes My Light. Each has multitudes of excellent guitar work, including dual leads on many of the tunes, and riffs fast enough to blind you as they zoom by. Also a standout on all these tracks are Mille‘s vocals, which can go from introspective to menacing, oftentimes within the same tune.
World War Now is some seriously heavy thrash, with the pedal to the veritable metal right out of the box. The vocals are angry, even menacing, as mentioned before, but all together pretty clean. Mille does border on the growl at times, but he’s more of a screamer and shouter. For Kreator‘s purposes, that works just fine. Our mid-section on this opening number is a bit widdly, even Proggy at times. There is enough guitar power here to fire up the most stubborn of rock engines, as well. We are hearing at least a couple of good shredding leads here, as well as some incredible riffing.
Satan is Real is downright convincing, and there is some decided doom and gloom going on here, as evidenced by the bells and downtrodden riffs/leads in the opening sequence. There is an excellent main riff here as well. The vocals are, again, somewhere between clean and growly, with a slight lean towards theCookie Monster area. Again, lots of guitar work going on here, particularly the lead at 2:40 and the feedback at the close. Very choice licks, indeed.
Totalitarian Terror features more big guitars and vocals, and a very fast main riff. The instrumental breakdown/lead guitar solo at 2:30 is noteworthy as well as the shredding at 3:10. The vocals are more like threats than singing, and the close-out arrives super fast. Almost too fast, I’m thinking, then Mille bellows “When freedom has died!“, and you know the tune is over all too soon.
The title track is a big monster of a track, damn near six minutes in length alone. The brooding, mellow acoustic fingerpicking intro and the sitar sounds are the beginning of our journey. The vocals and the guitars seem to be in a race towards the finish, but thankfully hang around long enough to make a real mega-tune out of these proceedings. We get a well-deserved instrumental breakdown at the three-minute mark, and at the close Mille hollers “Gods of Violence come alive!” For some reason, six minutes seems to go by much more quickly than I would have it. Ah, well – moving right along, then!
Army of Storms is another one of those tracks where they begin life with a KILLER main riff, another guitar soloing on top of that, and Mille commanding us to “RISE!”. At three minutes in there is another excellent lead guitar break. I love the marching riffing and the cowbell towards the close. The drum bit at the very end is cool also.
Hail to the Hordes starts off life with a really cool guitar intro, rhythm riffing with lead soloing on top. The guitar work here is fine indeed, as the vocals are impressive. One can’t help but wonder if Mille is shredding his vocal chords when he’s ripping away like he does! The guitar bit at 2:25 is some fine shredding indeed, and the drum work is wonderful. There is a nice crescendo at the finish as well.
Lion With Eagle Wings may well be the cherry on top for this collection. Lilting acoustics give way to slamming us into kick gear about one minute in. This is all very fast and super tight, with big riffing from almost beginning to end. Whispering vocals lends us to another of Mille‘s abilities – this man can weave a tale. Storyteller mode aside, there are some guitar histrionics going on also. At 2:45 there is some brief shredding, followed by an instrumental breakdown at the 3:15 mark. Some super riffing ensues, and the four-minute mark finds Mille and Sami duking it out to the pleasure of our collective ears. At 4:40 the vocals return to the fray, and sadly, before we know what hit us, another track is in the books. Not just any track, mind you – a sheer behemoth! The drums and bass work very well together, as they should. I would imagine it is even more difficult with thrash, because they’re just cruising so damned fast!
Fallen Brother sports a drum and guitar intro, and a real menacing main riff. I caught my head banging and my toes tapping on this one, folks! That should probably give you some idea of the types of tempo we’re dealing with here. Some very cool guitar work, lead as well as rhythm, also enhances the proceedings. There is an excellent bit of lead work at 2:30, and some German vocal FX at 2:50. A nice fadeout graces the close on this number.
Side by Side is the last of what we shall deem ‘regular size’ tunes. The vocal screams along with the guitar to let us know that we have begun. This track sports another incredibly good main riff, by the by. There is also some serious shredding on board as well, particularly at 2:15. Mille slips into storyteller mode again at about 3:15, and then returns to the main slam at 3:30. One big finish later, and we have arrived at our closing item on today’s menu.
Today’s closing track is a big whopper, coming in at almost seven-and-a-half minutes. It is called Death Becomes My Light. Something that I should mention here, and that is this: if you are a prog band, then seven-and-a-half minutes may not seem like much. However, when you are tearing it up thrash style, à laKreator, then you’re talking about a lot more work, instrumentally and vocally, over all. Mr. Creepy Cool guitar fingerpicking intro starts of the show, then Mille goes into storyteller mode again (about 40 seconds in). At 1:15, things pick up speed a bit as the main section kicks into gear. This is a heavy double-riffer, the main riff being something from the world beyond. Very fast leads and rhythms are abundant here. At 3:15 there is some more serious riffing and lead soloing. They are both deployed again at 4:15 ( with a healthy dose of wah-wah pedal), and I believe both guitarists are ‘super shredding’ at this point. One more bluesy solo (5:10) later and this is a very pretty solo, by the way. I’ve seen guitar players cry for less. The drums and guitars close things out, with a nice feedback fade-out at the very end.
To sum up, thrash fans need not be worried about goings-on in the Kreator camp. All is indeed very, very well.
Belo Horizonte’sSepultura are back with their 14th studio album, Machine Messiah, and it is every bit as good as I was expecting to be, if not more. I need to stop worrying about some of these Thrash vocalists, however. It seems no matter how much I wonder whether or not they are trashing their vocal chords, they always seem to be able to lay open their lungs with the best of them, even when it sounds like they are singing blood. Derrick Green (vocalist extraordinaire) is a case in point. You can almost feel him peeling back the layers when he is in full on meltdown mode. Lord knows you can definitely hear him. If something’s not splitting in two then we are talking about a modern musical miracle of sorts!
Vocal histrionics aside, Sepultura do themselves proud with this, their latest efforts in the worldwide monster that is Thrash Metal. To catch up anyone who isn’t up to speed on their current personnel, joining Derrick on their respective axes areAndreas Kisser on guitars, Eloy Casagrande on drums and general percussive madness and Paulo Jr. on bass. Together they form a very tightly knit unit, evidenced by the incredible stop-on-a-dime arrangements included herein. Those of you who are still missing brothers Max and Igor Cavalera will just have to bite the bullet.
The title track starts things off with aplomb. There is a beautiful guitar intro to begin with, followed shortly by doom and gloom, creepy vocals. About three minutes in we get full-blown growling and screaming by Derrick, accompanied by some heavy riffing. Four minutes in finds us with wailing guitar leads and vocal FX. Derrick informs us at the close that we are to “bow down to the Machine Messiah!” Mechanics of the metal mavens, to be sure.
I Am the Enemy is a short, sharp, shocking slam to the system. Ramones-style in length (2:27), it nonetheless contains no less then two blistering step-on-the-wah solos. This is some seriously floor-board metal thrash we are hearing here, folks! No wanna be’s allowed. Only the REAL deal. And shit just got VERY real.
Phantom Self rolls out some nice percussive slam on the intro, which I’m told is indicative of a real Sepulturian ass-kicker! There are some stop-start dynamics here that may remind the casual listener of some prog they might have heard down the road back a ways. It also might stop your heart if you’re not careful, and maybe even tear your head off! These sorts of complex arrangements, the kind when they stop on a dime and turn almost completely around – are not unheard of in the Thrash world. They are more common in, say, perhaps a Metallica or an Anthrax tune, but then we are in good company, aren’t we? About three-and-a-half minutes in we get a good, long melodic shred, which gives way to what sounds like violin strings. No matter – the two duel it out soon enough, and we all love a good duel now don’t we? Doom and gloom drums and guitars save the day in the end. We had fun getting there, right? I know I did!
Alethea begins life as a quasi-instrumental, and only at 1:15 do we hear a vocal. It is wrapped in very fast, tight guitar work, and accompanied by a near perfect melodic shred at the 3:35 mark. This is not necessarily a dud, just a bit shy of where we were before. No matter – keep listening if you want to hear the really good stuff!
Iceberg Dances IS a complete instrumental. Not only that, it is a complete jam! Twenty seconds in, and we’re already hearing some incendiary soloing from the boys. There are loads and loads of guitars on board here, riffing as well as flights of fancy shredding. There are also some keyboard noises here, even a short keys solo, if you will – but don’t let it slow you down or fool you. This is uptempo for most of its entirety. It is also very percussive, again a very Sepulturian thing for them to do! There is also some lovely acoustic guitar work in the mix. One big finish later and we rack up one of the best metal instrumentals I’ve heard in quite some time.
Sworn Oath is absolutely scary. The main riff is excellent, and aside from the fact that there is a fucking chilling vibe to the whole tune, they still manage to lay down a pretty convincing jam! There is some really melodic, ripping shredding going on here as well. Notable points are at 2:44 and 4:30. There are some super-creepy vocal FX about five minutes in, which gives way to some lovely musical madness shortly afterward. There is a big finish, almost grandiose. Still, a lovely jam!
Resistant Parasites may also scare the crap out of you (“infecting to survive, disastrous…suffering”– just a sample of the lyrical content). There are all sorts of big noise on this track – BIG bass, big vocals, big violin/keyboard sounds on top loads and loads of guitars. There is another nice instrumental breakdown, right next to a brief vocal interlude, and tons of riffing. At three minutes in we get another blistering shred-filled solo. Even what I like to refer to as super sonic shred there for a bit…Great stuff!
Silent Violence is another very intense jam. It jams from beginning to end, and it sounds as if we’re on our way to Riff City via Heavy as Fuck Avenue! We get a whammy-bar heavy solo at about a minute in (WOW), then some real weirdness (1:50) that I really can’t explain, butted up next to another instrumental breakdown of sorts…nice but weird, like I said – kind of different. There are lots of vocal acrobatics here, so naturally I’m wondering if Derrick shredded his vocal chords (again) while the boys were shredding away on their axes.
Vandals Nest is another short, sharp slam, in keeping with the possible Ramones attitude mentioned earlier. Hit them hard, hit them fast, leave only the strong standing. You had better hold on to something if you’re going to listen to this number. That’s right, folks, it’s a breakneck speed alert! And with good reason, too. Very fast and very tight. A heavy melodic slam with a bit of shred (erm, well sort of) at 1:25. Otherwise, super sonic thrash again!
Cyber God is a very fitting piece for the end. It is almost a master work, if you want to know the truth. Is there such a thing in thrash metal? This one is slower, bigger, louder, then faster and meaner with plenty of stomping, marching vocal FX and guitar smashing melodies with speed. There are two noteworthy ‘atmospheric’ shreddings in here to hear; one comes at only thirty seconds in, and the second is at about 2:30. Both may bear repeated listening. You, dear reader, shall be the judge there. Oh, and just as a side note – there are some clean vocals on board here – but they sound kind of robotic! Hence the title, I surmise. Check these blokes out now before you can’t touch them!
Here at WWRS we are all about equality of the genders. Hell, you probably tire of hearing me go on and on about female singers from the Norse countries in my reviews. It is true, I probably do it ad nauseum…in all fairness, there are quite a few bands out there who are sporting a sultry seductress on the vocals. Well, folks, here’s another one from Helsinki. Her name is Is Noura Louhimo, and she fronts a Metal Monster known as Battle Beast(fourth album, no less. Been looking forward to this one! – Ed). Oh, no, not again, Rick! I can hear you from across the pond. She is different, I’m telling you. She really attacks the vocals. She literally lances the lyrics, if you will. Her partners in crime are Pyry Vikki on drums, Joona Bjorkroth on guitars and vocals, Juuso Soinio on guitar, Eero Sipila on bass and vocals and Janne Bjorkroth on keys and vocals.
Bringer of Pain is the fourth outing from this group, following 2012’s Steel, a self-titled disc in 2013, and 2015’s Unholy Savior. These folks formed in 2008, and they have been a winner of Wacken’s Metal Battle! So, as you read, not just another nuisance from the North. Once you hear the tunes involved, you may be on the wagon with me. In fact, I believe I will cue it up again right now as I type!
Straight to the Heart is the perfect lead off track. It is bright, heavy and very punchy. How apt is that title? It cuts to the bone, readers, and you will soon hear how full of purpose these musicians are. This is great stuff, and the vocals lend an added urgency to the proceedings. In fact, Noura’s opening scream should put you at the edge of your seat, just as it did me to mine! Wait, did I just say that out loud? Love the chugging beat to this uptempo number, and I’m sure you will too. Nice shredding lead at 2:15, and another at the three-minute mark.
The title track is up next, and it features that double-bass kick drum you always hear me blathering on about. It is used to great effect here, as you will no doubt surmise upon your listening.
King For a Day is an excellent tune with a wickedly cool chugging riff. Oh, and is that a xylophone I hear? Haven’t heard one of those for a bit. Fair enough. There are some guitar pyrotechnics here, especially those squeals you hear Zakk Wylde do so often. Only hear it’s pretty cool and not overdone. The vocals are, for lack of a better word, vengeful. Angry but not boring. For those of you who still aren’t blown away, there are plenty of FX and keys/strings to keep you tuned in.
Beyond the Burning Skies is powerful stuff. Pretty straight forward, for the most part. I am digging the drums and the vocals. “Close your eyes and reach beyond the heavens“, Noura beckons us. There is a solo at the three minute mark, but I’m kind of wondering if the keys and the guitars are so in sync that they are both soloing in and out of each other’s paths, so to speak. Very enticing stuff indeed.
Familiar Hell has one of those eerie vocal FX intros, but is swiftly followed by big heavy riffy power chords. This is the way to Riff City right here folks, and while it might not quite be on Heavy as Fuck Avenue, I think we’re in the right neighborhood! This tune features that all-too-familiar chugging uptempo beat, which though it can be a pattern, it is a welcome one to these ears. The rant/rap at about three minutes in is a refreshing update to the vocals, and is an element that I would not hesitate to leave in during the editing process. That evil wicked laughter at the end is also very nice.
Lost in Wars features more super-heavy riffs and vocal FX, but it is used in a stately, almost enigmatic fashion. It is a powerful number , with big chords on a midtempo template. There is also a vocal duet, if you listen closely you may be able to detect another voice amid the din. The keyboard also imitates the violin very well here.
Bastard Son of Odin is next in the queue, and I believe everyone will join me in lauding 5 cool points awarded to the group for sheer awesomeness of the title alone. It does not disappoint in the tune department, either. This one features big keys, big drums and even bigger guitars, plus a beautifully heavy main riff and those vengeful vocals again. Man, I just can’t get enough of that voice! I’m also digging the way the guitars gallop along à laMaiden. About two-and-a-half minutes in we get some more shredding, this time a dual lead as well. At 2:55 we get some nice vocal FX too. Oh, and the main riff is a face-melter!
We Will Fight features another killer main riff, and the steady, powerful pumping that is Noura’s vocal ability. This is powerful stuff, peeps. Dig it, and check out the next track!
Dancing With the Beast is everything you might expect from a band like this and then some. It shows the eclectic nature of the beast, particularly the bizarre techno opening. This is kind of a haunting tune, and I know I’m fond of saying that, but this had that creepy feeling that you get when your hair stands on end, you know? It’s also a bit different tempo-wise. It may even be kind of radio friendly. There’s a good beat, and you can dance to it. I give it a 69, Dick! Again, I’m digging the vocals, and at 2:50 you can hear the guitars and the keys battling for space again.
The closer for the day, Far From Heaven, is not just another stab at radio-friendly Battle Metal. This begins with a beautiful piano, and just when you think it’s going to be a ballad, it is, but it’s more. This is mellower, but it also has that bluesy, soulful bluster to it. It’s a tear-jerker, and it’s stately, and elegant, but it’s still very very good. We get a nice Blues-laced guitar and keyboard break at 2:50 again, and of course the vocals do NOT disappoint!
Over all, if you’re looking for a reason to make a purchase, then take this with you. Though there may be many bands out there who fall into Battle Beast‘s category/genre/pigeonhole/whatever, these folks really nail it, and they do it with conviction.
A new type of Dolby, you say? Well, isn’t technology something? We are getting our first dose/taste/earful of this new tech when we hear the latest from Italy‘s Luca Turilli and his band of merry men. Rhapsody have been around for quite some time now (circa 1996). They have been doing a 20th Anniversary Farewell Reunion Tour this year, and other than them touting themselves as The Creators of Cinematic Metal, I really knew very little about the band. I do know this; there are a few other members, namely Dominiuqe Leurquin on guitars,Patrice Guers on bass, Alex Landenberg on drums and the incomparably mighty Alessandro Conti on vocals.
Upon first listen to this live opus, I naturally encountered some questions: 1) It sounds like there is a choir and orchestra. Is there? or 2)Are all those extra sounds coming from keyboards? You know the type of queries I would have. But, read as I might, I was coming up with no answers. So, I decided to watch a video!
Still, no real clues revealed themselves to me. Whilst listening to the material, I did hear Alessandro mention a female singer named Miss Emily something, and he also mentions a choir, but nothing about an orchestra. The strings, particularly the violins, didn’t sound as if they were really keyboard sounds or guitar sounds, so I decided to dig a little deeper! The subsequent videos I watched provided only brief glimpses of anything that might be helpful. They mainly consisted of promotional/commercial montages of images designed to entice potential buyers, I fear. We will assume, therefore, that for now we are dealing with guitar and/or keyboard/synthesizer sounds. Argh!
There is a lot of material here. Twenty-seven tracks in all, and, as one might imagine, some rather lengthy ones. Still, all in all, it is very nice package. Everything is very victorious and triumphant, of course. One must imagine the flights of fancy likely to be engaged in if you combined, say, Yngwie orUli Jon Roth withTrans-Siberian Orchestra. Perhaps an orchestrated version of Manowar. This is battle metal at its best, in all its symphonic, cinematic glory. There are many moments of bombast, pomp and circumstance, and of course musical jams. Excalibur, Warrior of Ice and Dark Fate of Atlantis are the longest ones, at seven-and-a-half, six-plus and nine minutes plus respectively. They are much like the shorter numbers, but there are many moments of Alessandro‘s banter with the crowd, introducing members of the band and the like.
Also included in the mix are shorter numbers and the inevitable tracks for member solos (the drum solo and the bass solo). These particular solos are notable for two things, basically; 1) They aren’t technically solos; each are supported by other instruments and mumbling from the choir, etc. and 2)both are showcases of the musician’s virtuosity. These boys have some serious skills! The shorter numbers are oftentimes set-ups or intros to the next big number ( Nova Genesis, Aenigma, The Astral Convergence, Quantum X, and of course The Finale). These tracks actually act as if they are tunes of their own, of course. All of the big production, all of the huge vocal presence, all of the guitar widdling, make just as much of a spectacle of themselves as they normally would in the medium-length numbers.
Which brings us to the meat and potatoes of this opus. The crowd-pleasers. Of course, there is Prometheus. It wouldn’t be a Prometheus package without the title track. Cigno Nero (Reloaded) is also a big fave. Rosenkreuz ( The Rose and the Cross), Land of Immortals, War of the Universe, Of Michael the Archangel and Lucifer’s Fall (Parts 1 & 2 are both included), The Ancient Forest of Elves, Son of Pain, Knightrider of Doom, Warrior’s Pride, Tormento E Passione, The Pride of the Tyrant, Demonheart, Dawn of Victory, Ascending to Infinity (wow another lengthy one at 6:42), and the ever-popular encore, Emerald Sword, are all presented and get to take their turn(s) wowing the audience.
It’s not that these tracks are all the same. Well, they all SOUND the same, but that’s not Rhapsody‘s fault. It’s not even Luca Turilli‘s fault. They are pigeonholed in a particular genre, and they don’t for a second take that for granted. They do not, for a moment, intend to fail. In the end, of course, they deliver for us. Note for note, crescendo after crescendo, we are treated to an audio-visual spectacle. Big vocals, big musical moments, HUGE arrangements, and a choir to boot – oh, and I suspect they are hiding an orchestra in the wings!
I never thought I would see the day when I would tire of Progressive Metal. Perhaps I am simply reaching that age when it no longer inspires me the way that it once did. However, generalizations do not become us, so let us dispense with the rhetoric and get on to what is going on with Kemi, Finland’sSonata Arctica. They can boast of 20 years together and 11 LP’s, not counting re-issues and re-packagings. Their personnel is as follows: Tony Kakko on vocals, Elias Viljanen on guitars, Tommy Portimo on drums,Henrik Klingenberg on keyboards and Pasi Kaippinen on bass. Together they form what must be said is a rather seasoned outfit. So, how do they fall short with this, their latest release? Read on, minions, and you shall discover the answer.
I am trying to be merciful. In fact, there were several tracks that definitely mustered up some serious bobbing of the head and toes. A number of the tunes on board possessed the charm, the chug and the instrumental power of a good Progressive Metal song. Others were bogged down in the mire of big production, overpowering washes of keyboards, and a serious lack of guitar.
Closer to An Animal is, unfortunately, one of the latter. FX and atmosphere seem to be the order of the day, at least for the beginning of most of these tracks, and Closer is no exception. Their are some powerful, winning moments and elements. The vocals, for example, are operatic in the best of traditions. This is a medium-heavy number, both in delivery and tempo. A lovely, chugging rhythm featuring the piano and the guitar are the main drivers, particularly the piano. Though it is pretty and prominent, their are times when I would have preferred a blast of guitar in my face as opposed to a wash of keyboards. Towards the close a narrative vocal drowned in echo FX takes over the proceedings, which I found a bit strange but added a bit of a mystique to an otherwise lackluster tune.
Life begins its course with a nice wedge of lead guitar and angelic vocals. Again, the vocals are majestic and powerful, definitely a highlight to the proceedings. This track starts out heavy-ish, but with some severely mellow interchanges. There are lots of big instrumental and vocal passages, but this is again more of a big production than anything else. I was reminded, as is customary for these chaps, of Trans-Siberian Orchestra. It is a shame that more of the grit and grime of that lot (à laSavatage) was not in order. The guitars and the keyboards are driving again, and there is a nice guitar solo at the two-and-a-half minute mark. It is a lengthy one, but we like lengthy guitar bits, so kudos for that! This track is obviously a celebration of life of sorts, especially when one considers the overriding lyrical refrain (“Life is Better Alive”).
Fairytale is a bit longer (just over six-and-a-half mintues), and a bit better than the previous pair of tracks. There are strings and bells and whistles and the like, and things get a bit heavier, which we DEFINITELY like. There is that chugging rhythm present again as well, which we shall see develop into a regular pattern. The vocals are powerful, even regal at times. Tony has a presence about him that few Prog vocalists could compare favourably to. Keyboards abound, as per usual, and there is a triumphant bit of shredding at four minutes in. This is one of those tracks where I found my head and feet moving about a bit!
We Are Who We Are is a wee bit long on the intro, and is a mellower track than what we may be used to given the outfit we are working with. This one is in the classic storyteller mode, even a bit ballad-esque. The majesty of the vocals, even the lyrics, is obvious: “I didn’t like how the lake reflected me” struck me as particularly profound. There are bells, keys, and whistles (or flutes, rather) on board again, and we get a nice instrumental break/guitar bit at three minutes in. The overtly obvious message here, lyrically at least, was that “we should take care of our loved ones”. Grand sentiment, agreed, but isn’t it a bit tame for progressive metal?
Til Death’s Done Us Apart has a bit more spit and growl to it. It starts us off with a short intro, screaming, riffs and a driving piano. This is another of the storyteller mode, which can be a good vibe if the storyteller is a good one. This one is of a love/union gone wrong. Their is the presence of the inevitable heavy double-bass drum, and the piano work is indeed lovely. At 2:45 we get a mid-section instrumental breakdown, which is brief but powerful. The vocals are also in your face, and the big production aspect is present again. This is more of an uptempo number, with a nice piano bit at the close.
Among the Shooting Stars begins with chirping crickets, of all things. It is another ballad, in the boy-girl storyteller fashion. It can get semi-heavy at times, but is medium tempo and mellow for the most part. The chug is there, which is good, and the piano is driving AGAIN. I would have to say that this particular number is a bit mediocre for these folks.
Rise in the Night, by contrast, is a shorter, heavier number, featuring the old stand-by heavy double-bass drum attack AGAIN. It is uptempo, and the vocals are very good. They appear to have locked into a pretty tight groove on this one, and I was nodding the old noggin a bit here again. That is a good sign. Unfortunately, there is something slightly stale about the sound. Can’t quite put my finger on why – perhaps you will note the reason when you hear it. What begins as a simple guitar bit turns into some serious shredding (2:10), and the track itself moves right along, but there seems to be something holding them back…
Fly, Navigate, Communicate is another with a promising beginning, but many of the same elements featured earlier (massive double-bass drums, vocals, piano) are ever-present everywhere. A nice moment or two of shredding (three minutes in) livens things up a bit, but ultimately not enough to save this one.
Candle Lawns is another in the vein of the stately, majestic variety of tune. Pretty piano and measured drums grace what is a mid-tempo ballad arrangement. There are some dramatic moments, particularly the bluesy lead guitar bit at 2:40. I guess at this point I was just growing weary of the slow dance numbers.
White Pearl Black Oceans Part II: By the Grace of God wins points for title alone, and it is the single longest track on board. Now, normally, as you know, I would revel in a 10-minute epic magnum opus such as this, but as our fellow Tom Mead would say, it meanders on a bit. The storyteller mode is deeply set in place herein, and the piano is driving again. Strings, particularly violin, are also abounding. There is some beautiful piano work here, but keep in mind that the guitar should be here as well, and sadly, it is not. There ARE guitars, but no bash-your-head-open riffing to speak of. At about four minutes in, things DO take a turn for the better. The tempo picks us, and at about six minutes in we get some serious shredding, which is almost always a nice thing!
Our closer for the day is actually a bit of closure, as the title indicates. On the Faultline (Closure to an Animal), is another very lovely ballad, with the piano driving again. Though this is indeed a pretty arrangement, it is super mellow, and there is hardly any other instrumentation save for the piano. Tony asks us “Am I the only human here?” Sadly, at the end of this, he most likely is.
To sum up, I can think of only a couple of things to say – this particular outing for this outfit was slightly disappointing, but then I guess I am just used to them rocking out a bit more. If big productions and lush piano/vocal ballads are your thing, then perhaps this is for you. I, however, was a bit put off.
I don’t get out much, so when I do, it’s nice to go all out! Tickets for this gig came courtesy of my rather marvellous fella, who wanted to treat his eldest boy to his first ever gig. The lad is a MASSIVE Avenged Sevenfold fan, so when I heard tickets for this line up advertised, I was like ‘Buy buy buy!’ And he did. So we trundle off to Sheffield on a Sunday night, already realising we won’t be home until 2am and me dreading work at 7am on Monday. Needless to say, for the grownups at least, this gig already has its work cut out to be worth it for us.
We get there at twenty-past-six and are dismayed to hear the opening strains of In Flames’ set from outside the arena. It’s not supposed to start until half past! Argh. We shuffle as speedily as possible through ticket check, and after a mandatory warning about pickpockets manage to easily find some standing space close to the sound desk. I am surprised how much space there is; I had imagined a packed room for these guys. They certainly deserve it.
‘For most of you people who can fucking read, we’re ‘In Flames‘. It’s [written] right there and there’, shouts singer Anders. ‘We’re from Sweden, where it rains as much as England, so we are like neighbours.’ Anders continues some playful banter with the crowd, then goes on to chat about pudding. Every other word is fuck. He seems delighted to be here, and the crowd that came are delighted too.
The first song I hear in its entirety is The End. Anders is on knees, as if pleading with audience. His vocals are flawless and the entire band has so much energy. Also, give the sound guy a medal as the room is filled with beautiful noise; what a ‘fat’, full sound this band has.
The guitar sound is tremendous, it alternately sings and cries. Some complaints about going to see bands, particularly very good bands, are that you could just sit at home with a CD, avoiding bad overpriced beer and crowd BO. Not so with In Flames. Although they are note-perfect, they are so much more vital live. The audience interaction is great too. A random fan shouts that he likes the guitarist Björn’s beard. ‘I like his beard too‘. Anders admits cheekily.
The song ends abruptly, and after a heartbeat of silence the room erupts. The crowd is won over, and so am I. There’s a slight pause followed by an electronic synth sound which leads into the leaden opening beats of Cloud Connected. This song draws the crowd in a bit more and gaps start to fill on the floor, as people who perhaps only came for the headline act start to realise they are in the presence of greatness.
Anders is off again: ‘We are truly honoured that we can travel the world and play our way of heavy metal.’ He says something that really resonates with me. There is so much debate today about what is proper Metal, and what is not. (Anyone starts that sort of shite here will be told to fuck right off! – Ed) He goes on to say that In Flames will only be playing the kind of Metal that they like to play. And if you don’t like it, fuck off! Hear hear, I say.
Some great back-up vocals come into play with the next song, The Truth. He reads some of this song like a poem rather than singing it, making it very personal. The place is really filling up now. Blue lights flicker around the room, and a long, drawn out synth drone is heard.
‘All right people, I know when you’re home alone, and no one is watching, you’re dancing your asses off. Let’s see some crazy dancers!‘ And the crowd start to move. They have been mesmerised both by the music and the charisma of the singer. The interaction continues on stage too. The band members seem to bounce off each other really well.
The next tune is Paralyzed, what a monster of a song. ‘Fucking scream for me Sheffield. You guys are too quiet between songs, we’re used to people screaming all kinds of shit.’ There’s a scream to my right which seems to spread through the crowd. Anders throws his arms up and we all follow suit. This is a delightfully dark and gritty track which shows off the talent of the whole band. Then we’re straight into Deliver Us. This is an epic tune with an orgasmic guitar solo. The guitarist has his foot right up on monitor, playing practically into the crowd. Very old school.
The band surprise me with some clever key changes, and some flawless vocal harmonies, all tiny spokes in a wheel of very heavy, crunchy Metal. Anders says ‘To each and everyone in this house thank you for paying attention to what we do’. You can’t help but feel that the band are genuinely grateful for their fans, and the opportunity to do what they love. And they are really good at revving the crowd up. They also have a great sense of humour. It’s implied, with tongue firmly in cheek, that listening to In Flames will improve your life, and it’s observed that one man doth not a mosh pit make. ‘One person is not a circle pit, it’s a drunk dance, that’s what that is. Now fucking dance for me.’
I was really impressed with In Flames (Never! – Ed). This is the first time I have ever seen them live and they did not disappoint. Great performance, great songs and great production. As Anders said, ‘This is a heavy metal show, right? We can all agree on that?’ Yes sir, yes we can.
We eat ‘The best hot dog in the world’ (it wasn’t) and drink some terrible beer while Disturbed start their show, with a guitar solo. There’s immediately something cheesy and posey about them, but the band are really into what they are doing. The stage production for Disturbed is hot. I mean literally. Every other beat is emphasised with a jet of fire. David Draiman is as imposing as ever, strutting the stage in his long coat. There’s something odd and off key about his vocals at first, then as soon as it sounds in tune, it sounds a bit too loud; a bit overbearing in the mix. The dynamics are odd too, as his levels seem to hover up and down. I wonder if maybe he has too much coming through his monitor.
The band open with Immortalised, from the 2015 album of the same name. I have to admit, I only know three Disturbed songs, and two of them are covers. However, this is an epic opener, although there is something off key-wise in the chorus. It’s worth noting I’m listening from the bar which may account for the odd sound.
Draiman is not the most energetic of frontmen; he walks up and down the stage, while the cameras capture some close ups of grasping hands and pumping fists. He starts to energise the crowd with the ‘Hey! Hey!’ section in the song. Soon people are jumping and thrusting their fists at the ceiling.
The next tune is The Game. Here we have the first emergence of what we fondly refer to as ‘the monkey sound’. You know what I mean. ‘Ooh ah ah ah ah!’. Not quite in that rhythm, but very reminiscent. Some of the lyrics stick with me:
‘You always wanted people to remember you, to leave your little mark in society’.
Draiman has a little smile as he sings this, like it’s a private joke. I wonder if he is thinking about the one song we are all waiting for, or if that’s just me being cynical.
The band are fully alive, energy zaps across the stage and guitarist Dan Donegan thrashes enthusiastically at the crowd. ‘Let me see your motherfucking fists in the air!‘ bellows Draiman, as another gout of fire punctuates the night. These guys love their fire! One of my companions comments that this stage production would have been oddly more apt for In Flames…
The Vengeful One is another soaring, cynical sneer at modern society, accompanied by further jets of flame that threaten to take the drummer’s eyebrows off. Green light soaks the stage and crowd, giving the whole room an eerie feel. The backing vocals are a touch too quiet in the mix, which is a shame as they are spot on for timing and pitch. It would have been nice to hear more of bassist John Moyer who seems involved in a few of the songs.
‘My brothers and sisters; my blood. Speak to me!’ Draiman calls, nay, commands. The crowd is shrieking now, as they are ordered to ‘put those devil horns in the sky’. We have left the bar and re-joined the masses, and the sound is much better here. Also, as the show progresses the band seem to gain in confidence and energy.
Prayer is one of those classic Metal combos of upbeat riffs and depressing lyrics, yet it has a vocal jump that oddly reminds me of Shaggy’s ‘It Wasn’t Me’. The sound has definitely improved now and the vocals are way more balanced. There’s a huge cheer for this tune, then a slight pause before jumping straight into one I don’t recognise, but which has some deep Metal mumbling. Cue another burst of fire and a key change, into another catchy chorus. These guys are good at these. They are also good at some lovely chromatic guitar work.
Speaking of which, a two-note riff suddenly takes me back to being a youngster at the late, lamented Bradford Rio’s. It’s Voices! A track I had completely forgotten about, which used to be a favourite to jump around the dance floor to. I could be cruel and say I had repressed it, but if so it’s because of some no doubt humiliating drunken memory that accompanies the song, because the song itself is great; sharp melodies, perfect staccato vocals, a super heavy beat and just discordant and crunchy enough to be a nu metal classic. It’s been worth coming just for this.
Next up, it’s back to sickly green and yellow lighting, and an almost rapped vocal line. I think this one is called Stupify. Again it is very staccato, but lacks a certain depth after the massiveness of the previous track. However, it’s clearly a crowd favourite, who shout along with Draiman in a call and response fashion. I find it a bit odd that the lead singer is least energetic person on stage; Moyer and Donegan are leaping about like crazy, whilst drummer Mike Wengren is going hell for leather. Draiman definitely has charisma though, which is carried not just via his voice but through a combination of pointing, grasping, and intense facial expressions.
We are left in darkness for a few moments, with a haunting, droning sound. Suddenly a crystal clear piano line cuts through the background noise. I know it is The Sound of Silence but for one horrible moment I’m afraid they are going to cover Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart. Seriously, go play the first five seconds of Tyler and the first 13 seconds of Disturbed and you will know exactly what I mean. I’m suddenly surrounded by little specks of light, as everyone has their mobile phones out and is waving them in the way of lighters of old. Something I never thought I would write… I think it is guitarist Donegan who is playing piano, and it’s pretty much perfect. There is also some aggressive timpani action which is quite gorgeous. I know it’s a cover, but I can’t help but think that this song will be associated with this band for a very long time. It’s a very good rendition.
There’s another long pause, as if to let us absorb what just happened, then the room turns red and we are treated to more fiery excitement. Which makes sense, as we move into the song Inside the Fire. The sound by now is excellent, very tight and crunchy. The band seem re-energised by the response they received for Silence. The energy increases even more and the performance for the rest of the show seems note perfect and much more enjoyable. Albeit slightly over the top, the stage production is excellent, and the lights are perfect and dramatic. It’s a really well produced show.
Draiman pauses to have a word before the next track: ‘Tonight we have a special moment where the members of Disturbed need audience participation.’ Draiman wants us all to get out our ‘cell phones’ and lighters (no one has a lighter any more, oh sorry, there is one woman with a Zippo, I take it back!) to join in every time he sings the words ‘The Light’. The crowd howl; I don’t know this track (also called The Light) but they clearly do. And it’s a lovely song, so different to any of the previous offerings. It’s an optimistic ballad of hope, without being sappy. The crowd and band are as one now. Since Silence it’s been a different show from the start; twice as good with twice as much energy.
Stricken is soaring yet mournful, then the stage goes dark except for searchlights, and the sound of sirens permeates the arena. This leads into Indestructible, while flames fan across the stage. The crowd are drinking in every minute and Draiman knows it: ‘Alright Sheffield, your arms aren’t tired yet are they?’ There’s a thunderous roll of toms, and I swear I can feel the heat from those flames even over here by the sound desk.
After a rousing performance of 10000 Fists, we are commanded to Get on our fucking feet! and the obvious closing song is sung…. Ooh ah ah ah ah! There we go. So satisfying. The crowd surges forward, and the show ends in chanting and mutual worship between the band and the fans. Over the top, overly dramatic but so much fun. And worth it just for Voices, which I had forgotten about and The Light which is a truly beautiful song.
We move much closer for Avenged Sevenfold, having timed our ablutions and beer foraging perfectly. It’s pointed out to me that the original artwork for the single The Stage is on the screen, two halves of a skull, one on each screen with a perfect CGI eyeball looking around the arena. The left eyeball has the new album cover instead of iris. The sense of anticipation is palpable. Obviously there’s a longer gap before the headlining band, and the piped in music includes Space Oddity by David Bowie. There’s a touching moment where the crowd hushes, then starts singing along, and phones are in the air all around me. A brief but touching moment of tribute. So much love.
As the last notes and lights twinkle out, darkness falls and the crowd roars. The stage is set up as a series of screen and a huge cube suspended in mid-air, each side of which is a projector screen. Images of space and the Earth fly across our eyes, finally ending on the band’s logo as they appear on stage to a wave of crowd noise the like I have not heard for years.
As expected, the band open with The Stage. This is a great song, and I am impressed by some perfect guitar tapping. The audience absolutely love vocalist Shadows. I am surrounded by screaming women. Literally screaming. Unintelligibly. Whilst the band play, imagery plays pretty much constantly across the screens and the giant cube, meaning there is always something to look at. At the start, we have cave men puppets, Cromwellian witch burners and various other types of execution. Cheery.
‘Sing it!’ demands Shadows with a grin on his face. The two guitarists are in the spotlight, harmonising to the crowd, then bantering with each other and with Shadows. It’s clear that these band members have real love for each other, which is a beautiful thing to see.
I probably won’t write as much about A7x, simply because I was absolutely mesmerised. I can’t tell you exactly what songs they did and in what order, I just know this was one of the quickest two hours of my life, and that if their guitar sound was a real person, I would marry it. If I wasn’t bouncing up and down and screeching along, I was gazing wide eyed at smiling missiles, virtual flames licking across the stage and strange, Gallifreyan-looking swirls.
As the show progresses, we have synths and strings, and the screens go mad with imagery. There’s a clever thing they do, where they project the space imagery at the same time as projecting the live shots of the band, so on the screens it appears as if the band are playing in space. Later on, this technique is applied again to imprison the band behind chicken wire, and to set them on fire. The production is absolutely astonishing.
‘I don’t belong here, Gotta move on dear’
A7x are a master of sing-along-specials, and Afterlife is the first of these (well, that I know!) and the crowd does not disappoint. Even Shadows repeatedly comments on how loud Sheffield is.
‘I can’t hear a goddamn thing I’m singing cos you motherfuckers are so goddamn loud!’
Shadows is an incredible vocalist. At times, he is almost rapping but the intonation is perfect on every note, whether low or high. The band really remind me of Faith No More, and the vocal lines are a big part of that, I think. There’s even some delightful three part harmonies. Oh, and it’s been said that A7x changed their style because Shadows couldn’t roar or scream like he used to. I’m here to tell you he can. Oh yes.
He also loves the crowd, and they love him. He asks where everyone is from. There’s a few locals, and many from surrounding towns. He laughs at the enmity we English have between rival towns and counties, and the room erupts with a chant of
Something I have never heard at a gig before!
Highlights of the next hour and a half or so include Hail to the King. This song starts with such a sweet riff and when the drums kick in, every fist is trying to hit the ceiling. Buried Alive starts with a gentle, understated guitar line, which is soon underpinned by cellos and accompanied by a cheery backdrop of skulls, bones and decay. I love how the band themselves are so cheery and upbeat, whilst their themes range from death and destruction to entropy and the downfall of society. A wonderful juxtaposition.
The artwork on the screens is utterly amazing. As well as the aforementioned skulls, we have planets brimming with lava, space scenes, and swirls and lines that look like they are from the TARDIS. I am staring at the Gallifreyan when I realise the projection cube is travelling towards the crowd, leaving a gap at the back of the stage. It tilts up and down, the moves back, and I wonder if this is merely a distraction technique while the stage is changed somehow.
As the bizarre move finishes, a familiar synth line starts and the crowd howls again as the band launches into Nightmare. Another sing-along choice, this track is amazing live. This is one of my favourites, and again, almost worth coming just for this.
After Nightmare, there’s some more crowd interaction, as someone inexplicably tries to give Shadows their phone! Shadows introduces their most recent drummer, Brooks Wackerman. Cue a drum solo, which somehow melds into a gorgeous little snippet of War Pigs. I tell you, I can’t hear this band without thinking of Faith No More and stuff like that is not helping! The kit is great, such a fat sound but never overbearing. Shadows comments on what a rowdy group we are for a Sunday night and he’s right. I’ve totally forgotten about my dreaded 7am start.
Another high point is Sunny Disposition. This is where we see the nukes with smiley faces. I wasn’t sure at first if the band had a synth/keyboard player hidden away at first, but now I’m pretty sure that the ‘non-guitar’ sounds were pre-recorded tracks. You can’t tell though; the performance is perfectly flawless. The band toys with us by leaving a long pause, eventually filled by the inevitable cries of we want more, get on with it. The cube is tilting again, creating a spot lit area for one, then both guitarists. The musicians move down the stage and the lights follow them as they play; it’s quite lovely.
A loud rumbling occurs and the lights stutter. The screens go blank. Square waves batter the audience. With a burst of light the screens come alive, with capillary like red streaks. Our eyes are drawn to the back of the stage, where there is suspended a giant spaceman! It’s the astronaut from the album artwork, skull and all, in three-dimensional glory. There is something akin to an Iron Maiden show in all this; a real sense of theatre.
The band roar through Planets and after a gorgeous rendition of Acid Rain, leave the stage. There’s the inevitable ‘Will they, won’t they?’ before they return, leaving a long enough gap that some people actually leave. I can only presume they are trying to beat the car park queues; not a good enough reason in my mind.
As Shadows returns, he asks how many more songs we want. Someone shouts ‘Ten!’, and he quips,
‘If we play ten we won’t get to Manchester.’ After some predictable ‘booing’ Shadows laughs,
‘I swear, all we have to do is name any city! What do you guys think of London?’
And the loudest booing of the evening occurs! We are awfully parochial aren’t we.
The audience now has its knowledge of song lyrics tested, as a condition for playing Bat Country. The harmonised guitar solo in this is amazing on CD, but even better in the flesh. Or wood. How about a love song, one equally about murder and necrophilia? After the roar, Shadows pleads ‘Never bury me in Sheffield!’ and adds ‘This one goes out to the Rev.’; a touching tribute to an amazing drummer and songwriter. Little Peace of Heaven is exactly that. I’ve never known a track make me so uncomfortable and yet have me singing along every time. It’s a real conflict of emotions.
The band finish with Unholy Confessions, not a favourite of mine, but my companions, along with most of the crowd, are elated. Shadows encourages the biggest pit he can, which becomes a swirling maelstrom in front of us. This is a frontman who knows how to wind the crowd up into a frenzy, and all the while has a smile on his face.
All in all, a really great night. Yes, I’m biased by my lack of interaction with the real world lately, but this was genuinely a fantastic line up. In Flames were solid, entertaining and really heavy hitting. Disturbed were not quite as tight at first, and a little over the top at times, but in the end very good, lots of fun and threw out some real classic tunes. The headliners though. My word. Avenged Sevenfold have made it into my top ten live bands, that’s for certain. I’ll definitely be keeping an eye out for the next time they visit the UK.