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Every
single one of my friends knows that I have an aversion toward
hardcore music. Of course, I like a lot of it. But there is a
big portion of bands that play that genre with such a
macho/bully attitude it’s hard to get pass all the rhetoric and
posturing and get into the music. If the music sucks donkey
balls in the first place, of course there is no other way around
it. Not even a philosophy I can get completely behind.
The thing about Grave Maker is that the gruff mc
gruff vocals of Jon remind me a ton of a few NY and Boston bands
that played the kind of hardcore that was stiff in all the wrong
ways. I don’t want to mention names. No point in that, but let’s
say that if I was in the studio listening to the vocalist
recording his tracks and I was not able to listen to the music,
I’d be about 98% sure Grave Maker wouldn’t be my kind of
hardcore band. And I am not trying to take anything away from
Jon, because lungs the size of a swordfish he has. And power in
his delivery….no doubt about it.
It’s just a
bit curious how his vocals match the hardcore music of Grave
Maker. It’s just that they fit perfectly and together are a
sight to behold. If that phrase even makes sense when applied to
music. Because even though they remind me of a few too macho for
their own good hardcore NY/Boston bands, the dynamics with which
they deliver short bursts of rage like “Wreckage”, “Dusk to
Dawn” and “Loveless” are also sticky icky icky.
There is a
lot of melody and a lot of feeling in display here. Which makes
Bury Me at Sea much more memorable than about 96% of
hardcore records. Funny enough that this album reminds me of The
Warriors’ powerful last slab of revolt Genuine Sense of
Outrage. I was expecting that one to suck, but very much
like Bury Me at Sea, it delivered a fucking wallop and I
still have a few riffs doing circles in my hippocampus.
Surprisingly, both are produced by the same guy, Roger Camero.
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