Coal Chamber — Rivals
★☆☆☆ There’s nothing technically bad about this album, but it feels like a big slab of so-what. None of it is memorable — not the guitars, nor the drums, nor the vocals, nor the songwriting.
★☆☆☆ There’s nothing technically bad about this album, but it feels like a big slab of so-what. None of it is memorable — not the guitars, nor the drums, nor the vocals, nor the songwriting.
★★☆☆ This is like a more punk, more grind version of Entombed. It’s dirty as all get out, and some of the riffs approach neoclassical status. But there’s also a plodding that comes across as tiredness, and it plagues almost every song past the opening track.
★★★☆ Not a lot of surprises here (but that’s not really what we want from an FNM album); there’s a little more room here for atmosphere and dynamics, but otherwise this feels like a proper spiritual successor to “Album Of The Year.” The songs range from exceptional (“Cone Of Shame”) to regrettable (“Motherfucker”), but on the whole, this is an entertaining album.
I wouldn’t know — I have never sat down and given a serious listen to anything after “Union” (although I’ve certainly tried to!)
On a related note: over at Stereogum, a columnist just spent what must have been a ludicrous amount of time listening to every Yes album, and then ranking them from worst to best. It’s hard to argue with his choices.
I just found out that Chris Squire has been diagnosed with leukemia, and will be sitting out a Yes tour for the first time in the band’s history. All necessary asterisks related to the “band”‘s singular history are assumed. More info here.
★★★☆ A meaty, albeit nu-metalish and slickly overproduced, post-djent bouillabaisse (with definite nods to Periphery, Chimp Spanner, et al). But what it lacks in originality per se, this album more than makes up for with a doubled-down commitment to all the tropes that make this microgenre so great: feminine subject matter, pseudorandom switching between clean singing and incoherent screaming, and above all, spasmodic aggression.
★☆☆☆ I kinda fell asleep there for a bit. I mean, I get that this is doomy as fuck, but the plodding is just so unwavering that it’s easy to feel your mind wander.
★★★☆ This is such a compelling tour of audio aggression that at times hard to even call it black metal. The thrashing is crisp, the doom pervasive, and every track is epic in its own way.
☆☆☆☆ This is like King Diamond mixed with the soundtrack for Transformers: The Movie. I mean the 80s one. This is fucking horrible. Sure, there’s blistering leads, but so what.
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