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Not
to come off as a total dumbass that makes stupid
assumptions and stupider assertions but every time I
listen to punk or hardcore bands of the Suicide Note ilk
(you know, kinda abstract, angular, noisy, a little bit
strident, very elusive sounding, not of the
cheese-filled pop packed FM loving kind) I make two even
stupider assumptions and super imbecilic assertions; one
that the musicians in questions have killer taste in
music and don’t like as much metal as I do. And two,
that they are pretty intelligent individuals.
Of the
latter I just sort of assume that because the patterns followed
by bands like Suicide Note have to be hard to keep a tab of. The
songs rhythmic patterns tweak, twist and turn creating an
amorphous ball of head splitting noise or somewhat mind-bending
angularity (ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration). Sticky melodies
remain absent or often in the background, at times hidden, at
times seeking our effort in order to be found and enjoyed. For
instance, “Division of Me” is as straight-forward as this
Chicago quartet gets; fast paced, full on rocking, capped by
dead pan loud speaking (that’s not screaming), and a last
minute that guitar-wise is the equivalent of riffing while sky
diving; desperate and accelerated full-throttle before the
inevitable big bang.
The folks of
Suicide Note have to have killer taste in music because for a
hardcore band they don’t sound like muscle heads or meatballs
with limbs for movement. Sure, I don’t know them but I doubt
these are the type of dudes that get on the mosh pit and start
doing the fucking windmill. No need for breakdowns here either.
Actually in a way, the whole of Empty Rooms is a
breakdown, as the songs constantly seem to deconstruct
themselves through lackadaisical enthusiasm and nil macho
posturing. It’s like hardcore with an injection of noise rock
(no wonder they hail from Chicago) giving birth to a weird punk
hybrid. Kinda like the beautiful offspring of two ugly ass
parents.
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