Published on Jul 8, 1999
When I was a teenager, I honestly believed that there was no
such thing as too much heavy metal. The more I could get my hands
on, the better. As I got older, not only did I formulate tastes for
certain kinds of metal, but my musical palate widened, and metal
kind of got pushed to the “sweets” portion – you know, only to be
enjoyed as an occasional treat.
These days, you wouldn’t believe the amount of new metal CDs I
have in the “incoming” basket of the Pierce Memorial Archives. It’s
scary, really; I honestly think I could to three reviews of metal
acts a day for two weeks, and probably just be caught up with the
growing stack.
A lot of what we get to review is death metal – a genre I
honestly can’t say I’ve developed a taste for, but I can appreciate
a job well done when I hear it. I guess I should be scared of a lot
of the death metal I listen to – if only I could decipher whatever
the hell they’re screaming about. It kind of makes me think my
three-year-old is trying to do the same deciphering trick with
me.
One such band that falls under the “please provide the lyric
sheet” category is Finland’s Children Of Bodom, whose latest
release
Hatebreeder is supposed to capture the feel of classic death
metal. I won’t say if that’s true or not, but while the disc is
trying at times, there are a few moments of brightness.
More often than not, I heard classical music influences in the
work of guitarist/vocalist Alexi Laiho, guitarist Ale Kuoppala and
keyboardist Janne Wirman. There are even a few moments where I’d
swear the band was influenced partially by Yngwie J. Malmsteen –
frankly, not a bad place to learn your licks from. To hear musical
technicality like that shows the skeptics that there is often more
than the caffiene-overdose rhythms and the gloom-and-doom vocal
prophesies.
Of the remaining band members, drummer Jaska Raatikainen
impressed with the clean-sounding thrashing he gave his kit. It’s
one thing to smash the drums into oblivion; it’s another to make
each hit heard loud and clear. Bassist Henkka Seppala is too often
hidden in the mix; I would have liked to have heard him brought out
to the forefront more often.
As for the music – well, if you’re looking for lyrical insights,
don’t come running to me, ’cause the only word I made out was
“fuck” and a few of its variants. (I have an advance release copy
of the disc; I don’t know if the official release has lyrics in the
liner notes.) Musically, there’s no faulting Children Of Bodom, for
their sound is incredibly clean.
The problem comes down to excitement – namely, when I listen to
Hatebreeder, does something go off in my head that sets this
album apart from the rest of the genre? And that, sadly, is where
the album eventually falls flat. Tracks like “Warheart,” “Bed Of
Razors” and “Black Widow” might be decent enough songs, but I don’t
get the feeling that I’m listening to something special.
Hatebreeder is a very short album, clocking in at under 40
minutes, and I’m sure that if you’re into the death metal scene,
you’ll find something in this album that I might have missed. But
for the average headbanger, even after a few listens to
Hatebreeder, you might wonder what all the hype is
about.