I’m just gonna say it straight out, right now - it’s genuinely worrying to me that a band this completely bereft of any kind of spark or originality can end up on a label as supposedly pioneering and influential as Southern Lord.
To call this band generic would be an understatement. Worryingly, this seems to be the first in what looks like an emerging pattern of forthcoming metallic hardcore records out on SL soon (along with albums by Italian crapmongers The Secret and enjoyable-but-mediocre crusties Masakari, and a 12″ by Trap Them) that suggests the label are inexplicably making a muddled attempt to clamber on to the metal/hardcore crossover bandwagon before it leaves town for once and for all.
They’d do well to stop right now if this is what they regard as being a quality band in the genre.
Now, don’t get me wrong here. I don’t believe originality is a pre-requisite for music being good, and I have a shelf full of amazing grindcore records in my house that all essentially sound the same which proves that.
But, when a band choose to open an album with a song which revolves around a riff blatantly cut and pasted from another tune , and that stolen riff is the only memorable one on the record, it’s a very bad sign.
And this is exactly the case here - the pilfered riff from Razor’s “Hypertension” that Black Breath used throughout opener “Black Sin (Spit on the Cross)” lingers more in the memory on completing a listen than anything the band themselves can muster.
Sure, thousands of bands have lifted well known riffs in their own material both intentionally and unintentionally over the years, but something this shameless can only be pulled off if the rest of your material is up to scratch. And believe me, nothing here is.
Here’s the thing - I don’t know what to make of Black Breath. Part of me wonders if they’re a piss take, like some kind of Death Metal version of Steel Panther. Part of me thinks they’re just a surprisingly average band who got incredibly lucky.
But part of me also suspects there’s an element of calculation that’s gone into this band - it stinks (no pun intended) of manufactured nostalgia, of appealing to a very specific stereotype - all tongue in cheek blasphemous lyrics (come on - calling a song “Unholy Virgin” in 2010 is probably even embarassing to the bedrom dwelling Kvlt Elite at this point) and fist in the air cymbal stabs.
They’re appealing to your inner caveman to open a beer and party down. And that’s pretty much the extent of their power.
This album is really less of a series of songs and more of a patchwork quilt of other people’s ideas, reassembled in what I presume was a “loving homage” to their influences, but comes off more as a pastiche, or downright mockery.
Ultimately, what Black Breath peddle for the most part is a mixture of Dismember inspired death metal and a more polished take on d-beat hardcore that seems like it would primarily appeal to people who would perhaps be only casual listeners of both genres. It strips both these two sounds of the fury that drives them, leaving only the guitar sound and the tempo.
Elements of old school thrash metal also appear from time to time, just to make sure they don’t miss that particular demographic too. There’s no passion to be heard here. No atmosphere. No real power. It’s all logic. It’s all theft. It’s not that they’re not doing anything new with their influences, it’s that they’re doing absolutely nothing at allwith them.
This album feels so completely manufactured and soulless that I wouldn’t be at all surprised to hear Simon Cowell had put the band together as an experiment in reaching into the pockets of the metal/punk community.
I realise that as genres both punk rock and heavy metal aren’t often about anything other than loud guitars and rocking out, but seriously, in 20 or so years of listening to the kind of death metal and hardcore punk this band are drawing from, this record is one of the most shocking examples I’ve encountered recently of music built on the absolute lowest common denominator.
I can understand how these songs were built to be played live to an audience of clearly inebriated people (though a friend who saw them live last year described them to me as being -and I quote - “woeful” in that arena too), with their clearly linear “this is the intro, this is the sing along part, this is the breakdown” structure, but seriously, this is just piss weak retro nonsense. If it was beer, you wouldn’t drink it even if you were really desperate to get hammered.
What absolutely kills me about this band though, the final insult, is that I know in my heart that they’re going to be fucking huge.
http://www.metalireland.com/2010/04/01/ ... hern-lord/