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Now here is a subject I know a thing or two about. Back
in the day, during my times at the motherland terrorism was
rampant and all citizens of the capital city still lived
fearlessly. Yes, not in fear but fearlessly. There was no
red, blue, green, purple or whatever bullshit system to alert
the nation. It was more like; walk out of your door and you are
game. Hop on a bus and chances are you’ll be sporting a ground
beef look within a few minutes. The car bomb was at the
time, the terrorist’s favorite way to scare the public; they’d
steal cheapies like VW
Beetles or pieces of shit like Toyota Corona’ and stuff them up
ravioli style with dynamite. Then the fuckers would proceed to
drive them up to ‘key’ areas of the city; their interpretation
being that the bourgeoisie was totally guilty of something
therefore they should all die regardless of social status, race
or anything. Of course, there was not much logic to all this
sense, but dumbshits like the dorky Harvard alumni guitarist
from RATM still chose to support these so called movements.
In one occasion a friend of my brother was victim of one of
these attacks. Needless to say, during his burial there was an
empty casket because they could not find a single piece to bury.
Not an eye, not a hand or a leg. Not even a fucking leg or a
single hair. This sparrow is not from Israel by the way, but
not that you should care.
Anyway, Long Islanders Car Bomb manufactures the equivalent
of a real Gaza blast here. I sorta despise Long Island because
I spent the most boring days of my life there; but these dudes
seem to have found in music a real divertimento. Some of this
music is really, let’s say relentless, mechanistic and to a
degree kind of annoying. It’s sort of soulless but violence,
despite all the extremist allegations, always is.
Every once in a while they sound like Candiria (“Best
Intentions”) but judging them by the title of the song they do
not mean to rip anyone off, plus towards the end these dudes
squish the juice hammer style and make the song their own. And
pretty fucking often they let the whole ‘Messhuggah please
drop a big load on me’ filter in and take precedence. At
the beginning is hard to tell; extremity like this is not
extraordinary but is sonically awe inspiring especially at
deafening volumes. It cheats you into believing stuff is more
intricate than it actually is. These dudes are brilliant at a
couple of things; turning the dull Messhuggah style guitar
playing into a cult and replicating the whole Messhuggah style
to a T without exactly coming off as clones. “His Eyes” is just
that; could produce mass manufactured extreme metal with the
blast beat and the, let’s be generous, syncopated grace of a
drum style. Pretty darn good, just make sure you are holding
your testicles for the next one.
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