The fact that Emmure exists and gathered a considerable amount of popularity just blows my mind. I honestly can’t understand how anyone could enjoy such vapid lyrics and uninspired music. I know I’m speaking to the choir here, so I’m not going to waste too much time explaining why this is terrible; I’ll just let the lyrics speak for themselves:
“I wanna watch you suck his dick. I know you fucking love it, bitch.”
This is music for the worst kind of people, by the worst kind of people.
- JR
Woah, I didn’t really see this coming. After a great year and critical acclaim for their latest album The Discovery, Born of Osiris apparently fired their guitarist Jason Richardson.
To all of our fans and followers, we have decided to part ways with guitarist Jason Richardson. This was something that just needed to happen. We will be a more creative, energized, and focused unit as a result. The past year was the band’s most successful and we owe it all to our amazing fans. We promise everyone that 2012 will see us take further steps to bringing every aspect of our band to a new level. We couldn’t possibly be more excited for what the future holds.
Also, since the finishing touches were put on The Discovery we’ve already been in the process of writing our next album. The past month and next two we will be home writing and finalizing the record that will be released this summer/fall.
Big news coming soon regarding our summer touring schedule, we can’t wait to see all of you again soon with some new music to play for you!
On top of the split, Richardson has recently joined Chelsea Grin as a fill-in guitarist. Richardson is no stranger to band hopping, either; after replacing Chris Storey in All Shall Perish in 2009, he quit the next year to join BoO. I’m also a bit surprised that they already have another record preparing for release this year. Was the greatness of The Discovery due to Richardson joining or was it the direction the band were already heading?
Jason seems to think it’s the former. Not long after the announcement of the split, Jason gave his side of the story:
Just to clarify to everyone I did NOT quit Born of Osiris, I would have never been able to bring myself to do such a thing no matter how much tension was between us. All of those dudes were essentially my family, I lived in the same house as them for over 2 years. This was by no means at all my decision(not that I was involved in the decision in any way shape or form lol). I have been fired from the band because I, “don’t agree with the way they want to live their lives” and “it felt like their dad was in the band.” So instead of confronting me about my eeeendless bitching about their excessive drinking and assorted drug abuse they decided that calling me at 130 in the morning 4 days before christmas while I’m home visiting family to tell me that all of my belongings from the new BOO house were in my trailer on the way to me in VA was the professional way to handle it. So i can say with pride that I will NEVER play another note on stage with the group of cowards that is Born of Osiris. I don’t give a fuck what they think of me for putting their personal stuff out there, I want everyone to see them for who they really are. Im just happy the truth finally came out and now I know what truly matters to them and it is NOT putting out albums like The Discovery.
I’ve got a bone to pick about Structures‘ debut album Divided By, which was just released this week on Sumerian Records.
First off, I’d like to say that this isn’t to be considered our official review; we’re saving that for later. Typically when we review things, we try to focus on the good and bad parts about an album and try to give things their fair shake — I do take some sort of pride in being able to find nice things to say about Limp Bizkit and Design the Skyline. No, today I’m focusing entirely on a glaring and unignorable flaw to what could have been an otherwise good album that was worth your time:
Divided By sounds absolutely terrible, and could very well be the worst produced album from a widely-distributing label this year.
Last night, I slept at around 4 AM. I was talking with some friends on Skype and watching TV shows, and I didn’t need to get up early in the morning, so I figured I might as well stay up, right? Wrong. I was awakened by freaking birds at 7 AM. I have a balcony, and for some reason 7+ birds were perched in my balcony, making that weird guttural bird noise. At that point I knew my day was going to be terrible. Once I wake up, I can’t sleep back, that’s just how I am. I thought this day couldn’t get worse. Oh how wrong I was.
Must I say more? Just start listening already!
Malodorousare so slamming beautiful. In fact, here’s some more:
A collaboration between The Faceless and Borgore is an unlikely pairing that should have stayed unlikely. The pairing of shit-tier brostep (not to be confused with dubstep, which is actually good when it’s done right) with even the greatest of metal guitarists out there would have yielded results ranging from terrible to decent at best no matter what two artists you fill in the blanks with. There’s no possible high ground. That didn’t stop this trainwreck from happening.
Keene’s riffing could not save this song; the lyrics are just way too vapid, as the song’s title may have lead you to believe. Borgore is just a terrible rapper and songwriter altogether, and his appearance rubs me the wrong way in general (flat-brim hat and a Justin Bieber shirt that may or may not be ironic—I honestly can’t tell). The thought of The Faceless’ highly anticipated upcoming album being put off because of this little ditty is a bit unsettling, to tell you the truth. Hopefully there isn’t more to come from this duo.
So that’s enough of that.
- JR
American Juggalo from Sean Dunne on Vimeo.
Apparently someone decided to film a documentary during the infamous Gathering of the Juggalos. Bless him. American Juggalos is pretty neutral and doesn’t give this subculture a ton of shit, but I always thought the whole juggalo thing was silly and most of the self-proclaimed ones I’ve met in person have been quite unpleasurable. This documentary only serves to reinforce this idea. Seriously, after the intro not even two minutes in, someone shouts “suck my nuts” at the camera. What sticks in my craw though is this rant from a woman over three minutes in:
“[Juggalos] are kind people that people look down upon because they listen to weird shit. They didn’t like their music or their appearance so they turn them away.”
I don’t think it’s because they listen to weird shit so much as they listen to lowest-common denominator poser-hip hop. I listen to “weird shit” too, but my weird shit has been critically acclaimed. But music taste is subjective and I get it, but what really annoys me the most about Juggalos is their perpetuation of the ignorant redneck stereotype. Sure, just like any group, there are great people (a few of them pop up throughout the documentary), but when you have loud and flamboyant wannabe trailerpark gangsters with pot tattoos that fail to construct a single sentence that doesn’t rely on expletives, then I can’t help but to feel nothing more than annoyance at this whole subculture. The local church is turning your friend away because it shows a lack of tact and common sense to not walk around with green braids, cursing like a sailor and smelling like weed.
You can be a pleasant person and listen to whatever music you want. I enjoyed Bring Me The Horizon‘s latest album, but I’m not going to get neck tattoos and obscenely large ear gauges. I enjoy some black metal, but I’m not going to run around the forest in corpse paint wearing spikes. Don’t make yourself a caricature and this won’t happen. Plain and simple.
So that’s enough of that. The documentary was seriously shot quite well for it essentially being a series of embarrassments, so give it a view and rage at the idiocy.
- JR
The word “djent” in and of itself is enough to bring any meaningful discourse to a grinding halt, as you can see above. Like it or not, it’s a thriving and lively force in metal culture and it’s best to come to terms with it now, because it’s unlikely to fade for another year or so, and even then you’re going to have the same sort of second and third gen revivals and knockoffs that metalcore has been seeing. Then again, everyone has their opinions and is entitled to them, but it’s always hilarious when someone gets a little too excited over something as trivial as this, especially if they’re in a position of celebrity. Enter one Randy Blythe, vocalist of seminal metalcore band Lamb of God.
The PRP has ran a colorful news piece this past weekend that highlights Blythe’s twitter tirade, where he touches on lack of innovation and the always controversial djent (and apparently a knock at crabcore as well):
“THE STUPIDEST name yet for ANOTHER “genre” of metal. If you call yerself “djent”- cap yerself NOW”
“THERE IS NO SUCH FUCKING THING AS “DJENT”. ITS NOT A GENRE. I’m sorry, it’s STUPID AS FUCK. Metal already WAY over classified.”
“…all this BULLSHIT “Deathcore” & “Djentcore” & fucking “Cantplayinreallifebutcanonacomputer-core” it’s just a NAME”
“People can call themselves WHATEVER THEY WANT- it’s fucking heavy metal- this sub-classifying shit is a pathetic attempt to say that you are re-inventing the wheel. YOU ARE NOT. ITS FUCKING HEAVY METAL. Get over it. “Djent”? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”
“I can say that I am a fruit bat, copy fruit bat movements, & soon all my friends will too. Then we will have fruitbatcore. Can we fly? NO.”
“No, Meshuggah is NOT “djent”. Meshuggah is MESHUGGAH. FUCK.”
