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.
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.
This week is a little sore, as these guys only parted ways last week. It’s The Boy Will Drown.
[Sorry for the absence last week; I was busy getting my glasses knocked off at a show. Ho-hum!]
Greetings, and welcome to the first Prog Metal March-themed edition of FWTBT! Those bells be ringing in 13/7 time, with a jazzy little sax-bell rocking a solo at the seventeen minute mark. You know it.
That being said, The Boy Will Drown were progressive in an entirely different way to the mile-long song kind of prog the mind might immediately jump to. Primarily they were as fast and technical as Taz the Tasmanian Devil on a cocktail of speed and e-numbers. That’s pretty damn speedy.
They were a four-piece from Norwich, and were regarded as one of the most flamboyant and aggressive young bands in the country, playing a grindy tech death weedly-weedly sort of thing. Think early The End or Behold…The Arctopus but with actual songs rather than just geetar wank. You’ll see what I mean.
01. Deep Throat
03. Josef Fritzl
04. Apollo’s Lyre
05. Dead Girls
06. Dance Like An Epileptic
07. Barrymore’s Pool Party
09. Elisabeth Fritzl
10. Suis La Luna
11. The Art of Partying
Their first EP, which funnily enough was never formally released, but found its way on to the interwebs, featured some off-character brees and pig squeals – thrown in for a joke. None of that on Fetish, the one and only album they released.
The hallmarks of grind are certainly there in the delightfully tactful song names and abundant profanity – but it’s all in the name of fun. Apart from being incredibly aggressive and loving the double bass pedal, Fetish also displays sublime sections of calm; interludes of bluegrass such as at the end of “Josef Fritzl” and “Akura-Class“.
The following video for first track “Deep Throat” is self-admittedly ‘jokes’, but it’s a lot more fun to watch than most effect-laden performance videos or a bunch of dudes jumping around in yet another abandoned warehouse.
These are a couple more highlights from the rest of the album. Enjoy.
Given their age I don’t think any of them have been in other bands of note, but I do know that Tom, James and Liam (so not the drummer) have a new project, so you’ll just have to keep your eyes peeled if you enjoyed this, won’t you? Yeah.