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My Giddy Aunt...
Sep. 22nd, 2005 04:31 pmIt's not very often that a modern band cause me to exclaim pleasure with such intensity as the above, but one just has.
Sometimes things I like come from the strangest quarters. This time it's Avenged Sevenfold who I have to confess I'd never heard of up until about two weeks ago, and this afternoon I happened upon one of their tracks online while looking at another band (Bullet for my Valentine, for anyone curious).
They're fucking brilliant. It's like punk MUSE, which is a very odd concept, but that's the only wa I can really describe them. Sprawling dirty musical soundscapes, constantly changing time sequences, the whole album keeps one on the edge of the seat, taking nothing for granted and soaking in every single nuance of what is frankly staggering guitar playing the likes of which even Yngwie might get the shivers over.
The guitars are frequently evocative of Pantera and Metallica, and although the vocals are sometimes a little too nu-metal tinged he's capable of providing a full-on metal growl when required. The drumming bounces between ska and metal practically every other beat.
It's possibly a bit erratic for your average rock fan, but for anyone into anything a little more esoteric, this epic prog-punk-metal opus is the remedy for all of the crap that calls itself metal nowadays.
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This is my official twopenneth, and anyone who wishes to disagree is very welcome to, as long as they remember that when I'm God I will make independent thought a capital offence, so it's probably a good idea to start getting the practise in now.
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Sometimes things I like come from the strangest quarters. This time it's Avenged Sevenfold who I have to confess I'd never heard of up until about two weeks ago, and this afternoon I happened upon one of their tracks online while looking at another band (Bullet for my Valentine, for anyone curious).
They're fucking brilliant. It's like punk MUSE, which is a very odd concept, but that's the only wa I can really describe them. Sprawling dirty musical soundscapes, constantly changing time sequences, the whole album keeps one on the edge of the seat, taking nothing for granted and soaking in every single nuance of what is frankly staggering guitar playing the likes of which even Yngwie might get the shivers over.
The guitars are frequently evocative of Pantera and Metallica, and although the vocals are sometimes a little too nu-metal tinged he's capable of providing a full-on metal growl when required. The drumming bounces between ska and metal practically every other beat.
It's possibly a bit erratic for your average rock fan, but for anyone into anything a little more esoteric, this epic prog-punk-metal opus is the remedy for all of the crap that calls itself metal nowadays.
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This is my official twopenneth, and anyone who wishes to disagree is very welcome to, as long as they remember that when I'm God I will make independent thought a capital offence, so it's probably a good idea to start getting the practise in now.
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