Published on Oct 6, 2000
Tarrie B. sounds like the kind of woman you would most
definitely not want to cross. First making her name in rap, then
moving on to bands like Manhole and Tura Satana, she gained a
fanbase and reputation, but she apparently was not personally
satisfied with her musical life.
The end result is more than just an album; it’s a person pouring
out their soul on tape. Her vision now has a name – My Ruin, and it
has a debut effort –
Speak & Destroy. It’s an exhilirating disc to listen to;
it’s a difficult disc to listen to. It’s a powerful statement of
life and the pain one can feel; it’s an album whose message grows a
little tiring near the end. It’s an album of contradictions in both
musical style and content, and is a disc that is sure to have you
talking about it for a long time afterwards.
There is no simple way to define what My Ruin is, simply because
Tarrie B. utilizes all the musical styles which have shaped her
life. There’s spoken word, there’s industrial, there’s hard rock,
there’s ballads… it’s almost as if Tarrie B. wanted to leave no
stone unturned in the process.
Normally, such a move does not work; something always gets
short-shifted, even if it’s unintentional. Fortunately for My Ruin,
Tarrie B. hits the mark on almost every style, though the two areas
she sounds to be most comfortable with are spoken word (“Terror”)
and hard-rock-meets-industrial (“Blasphemous Girl”). Imagine what
would happen if Nine Inch Nails and Rage Against The Machine
merged, dropping the political messages and adding a female
singer/screamer. It’s an interesting portrait, and one that Tarrie
B. paints constantly on
Speak & Destroy.
Oh, sure, sometimes the ride gets a little bumpy. Her cover of
“Tainted Love” doesn’t really add too much to the original track.
And occasionally, the formula that Tarrie B. utilizes to its full
potential doesn’t carry through near the end of the album. Tracks
like “Masochrist” and “June 10th” aren’t quite as strong as earlier
tracks. However, Tarrie B. and crew make sure to hit the finish
line swinging, as heard on “Sycophant”. The final montage, “‘Beware
Of God’,” reminds me a bit of “Welcome To Paradise” from Front 242,
only without any music.
There is, however, one complaint I have with
Speak & Destroy – namely, the overall mixing of the
album. When you’re listening to this, don’t be surprised if you
suddenly find yourself adjusting the volume up… only to quickly
crank it down on the next song when you’re getting blown out by
your speakers. The overall mix of this album is uneven at times,
and is a pain in the nuts to deal with. This particular release
featured new tracks from the original; one would have thought that
something like this would have been taken care of.
Still,
Speak & Destroy has many more positives than negatives,
and Tarrie B. should be proud that her musical vision has come to
fruition. There is supposed to be a new My Ruin studio album
released in 2001; if it’s even half as intense as this disc is,
Trent Reznor and crew should be ready to make room for another
star.