Published on May 26, 2003
I must be getting old. I’m sure that whenever people hear
something that just goes completely over their head they say this,
but I mean it in a different way. I got into punk rock music in the
eighties, when it still (arguably) existed. From Black Flag, Fear,
and The Sex Pistols to Rudimentary Peni, Discharge and far, far,
far too many more bands to name I totally immersed myself in
it. With “punk” and “hardcore” as a starting point I segued into
speed metal, thrash, and grindcore, buying literally everything I
could get my hands on that said ‘Earache Records’ down in the
corner. Napalm Death was
the end of
everything musical, I felt.
I still feel that way. You have Merzbow, Masonna, Cock ESP, Aube
and others doing electronic noise, but a guitar/bass/drums/vocals
onslaught just doesn’t get any more chaotic than 1988’s
From Enslavement to Obliteration by Napalm. It’s cute when,
say, Melt Banana does their whole post-rockathons (see
Scratch or Stitch), but the
feeling is nowhere near the same. S.O.B. came
close, but they were basically paying tribute to Shane
Embury and friends. Fast forward twelve years and Shane is the sole
‘classic’ member still at it, and the newest Napalm Death album (
Enemy of the Music Business) literally mops the floor with
As I Lay Dying.
Now you have an entire sub-genre of bands popping up with their
short hair and non-prescription glasses claiming that they’re
actually “hardcore” groups. Then they all proceed to sound
exactly like Slayer circa
South of Heaven (1988) without the polka beats, but with the
palm-muting fully intact on the guitars. The singing on
every song on
Beneath The Encasing of Ashes sounds like Phil Vane (Extreme
Noise Terror) shrieking at the injustices of modern society. Only
Vane’s vocals have a lot more variety. Plus there was another
“singer” called Dean co-opting the tunes and giving them duet
action for some added variety.
Listening to ENT ‘back in the day’ I used to sometimes almost
piss myself laughing at how passionate it all seemed. The other
times I was just in awe, flabbergasted. In a good way. This time
round I’m simply frustrated. There are big teeth marks all
over a musical style that As I Lay Dying probably feel
superior to (as they’re mimicking parts of it). Nice name too. Just
cryptic enough to scare your old fifth grade bully with. Now he’ll
think you’re deranged because you play “hardcore.”
Oooooh, scary!!
Having said that, I think As I Lay Dying are a decent band with
some oddly catchy songwriting (even though the lyrics are cheesy as
fuck). Please don’t tell people you’re hardcore though, guys.
Pretty please? Early Circle Jerks.
That’s hardcore. How about “screamy metal with short hair”?
I’ll give your album about a C+. I might go higher, but I’m judging
the entire package, and the bespectacled nerd frowning at me from
the inner tray artwork needs to check himself. And probably clean
his bedroom.