He can see into your soul.
So. Bands break up. It sucks, but that’s the way of things. For most of them, the reason is pure and simple; on some level, they suck. Whether it’s only a little, or harder than a $20 hooker, it doesn’t matter; the world doesn’t lose a whole bunch. The members go on with their lives, and probably go on to make a greater impact in other areas of society. Like clearing my gutters.
Then there are bands that are forced into submission for other reasons: money, conflict – both personal and artistic – or sometimes the fanbase only comes after they’re long gone.
This is a chronicle of those bands. Most you will not have heard of, for the very reason that they’re not even around to promote themselves any more. But trust me, they are bands that you really really should have heard of.
Up this week: Red Stars Parade
I wait, eyes peeled and ears pricked, for the longest fucking time for Red Stars Parade to announce shows anywhere south of Leeds, their home town. Seriously; ages. Scotland? Suuuure. But not a whiff of even Birmingham. This is pretty geographically significant for the UK; what, did they have something against the south?
And then they break up (if you’re surprised, you really aren’t getting the point of this column…), and have left me in such a state that I started two sentences with a conjunction, two paragraphs into the article – which really isn’t like me. Sure, I’m metal, and I don’t play by society’s rules – except the rules of grammar, that is. But I digress (and alas, commit the faux pas once again!).
I’m pretty sure they never did gig anywhere near me in the two or so years that I was a fan before that sad day. Bah. Such is life though, and it’s not out of the ordinary for the bands featured here thus far.
Red Stars Parade were one of my Myspace discoveries way back when Myspace was still cool. Alright, it was never cool, but neither was I when I was sixteen, so the ridiculous, angularly-posed cap fit.
02. Ruin Vegas
04. The Icon
05. Black Lung
06. World’s Greatest Tiger Trainer
07. El Retardo
08. Seconds Turn to Minutes Turn to Hours Turn to Years
11. Kids of Disko
No, this isn’t a tiny jpeg stretched to pixel-popping proportions; this is the bonafide album art (I have always wondered what to original picture was, if anything).
The band’s 2005 debut full-length, the jazzily-titled Disko, is a lesson in face-melting metal goodness. It’s one of those albums where nothing is a dud. Although a couple of the tracks serve to segue one track into another, they are by no means filler; more lulls between the ‘main’ tracks, which are themselves superb.
Zemanova was one of the first tracks I heard. The main guitar line rolls on thr0ughout the 8+ minutes, alternating between but a few riffs, but it doesn’t get old; the punctuation of the drums, and in particular Matt Dixon’s caustic but ever-comprehensible vocals lend it great strength.
It is in no way a technical album. You’ll hear no shredding, no djent and nary a solo. I’m not even sure I’d call it a particularly clever album, but the beauty is that it’s not trying to be. It was made by four guys who knew exactly what they wanted to do; rock the fuck out.
And it really does.
Fuck, I did it again…
They released an EP, Lutine Bell, in 2008 – recorded at the prestigious Foel Studios on New Year’s Eve (a productive way to bring in the new year if you ask me) – which was pretty good, but for me didn’t reach the heights of Disko. Still worth checking out if you ask me.
I have no idea what any of them are doing now, if anything, but I do know that they only have about five hundred listeners on last.fm, which is pretty criminal. Go forth and change that!