Due to the overwhelming success of Jimmy’s ‘Five Reasons Why Deathcore Isn’t Total Shit‘ series last summer, Heavy Blog Is Heavy will be backing further up the ladder of ‘core’ for the next two weeks, and counting down the five reasons why metalcore isn’t full of shit. It gets a bad rap sometimes, and being the underdog(?) champions that we are, we’re making a stand for the fat kid and suplexing the skinny elitist bully right on his stupid face.
Make sure to throw your $0.02 at me and tell me why I’m completely wrong in the comments section, if you wish. I shall use it to buy soap to wash the spittle from my forehead, safe in the knowledge that I’ll be your boss at the plant some day.
You can’t have a list of definitive metalcore records without mentioning Buffalo’s own party-metal raconteurs Every Time I Die. I honestly don’t think they’ve made a dud album, and in fact for me they just keep getting stronger. With this in mind, I present to you what I consider to be the pinnacle of their work so far: 2009’s New Junk Aesthetic. I’m sure some of you might argue with this choice; Hot Damn is indeed a brilliant piece of work (“Floater” and “Ebolarama” are certainly in my top 5 ETID songs), The Big Dirty is a fantastic set of tunes, and Gutter Phenomenon has some of the best lines in any songs, ever. And “The New Black” — I mean, come on.
I mentioned the term “raconteur” — which is in fact the perfect noun to attribute to vocalist Keith Buckley. The man is almost Shakespearean in his lyrical ability. Okay, so maybe that’s a little hasty, but the man knows how to write (and deliver!) a catchy line – every single one of them It’s no surprise that there are legions of tattoos quoting lines from ETID songs. How many bands have crowds where most of the fans know every single word – not just the chorus, and not just the die-hards? They may seem trite, but lines like “When in Rome we shall do as the Romans // When in hell we do shots at the bar.” and “I’ve got a bone to pick with the morning sun and the first last call // but I didn’t put my hair in a pony tail for nothing, so if I’m going home alone I ain’t going at all.”
As I said, this is party metal at its best. I’m all for super-serious prog landscapes, ultra-deep concept albums, and for painting my face like an angry mime and sitting on my own in a misty forest, but sometimes you just need to rock the fuck out (and other such cliched expressions), and if you’re going to do it, you may as well mosh to the best.
Although the other albums have their sublime songs, New Junk Aesthetic just feels a little more mature to my ears; more cohesive in its writing and execution. The lyrics cut a little deeper, and everyone plays to their strengths. No-one is too flashy, and by fuck it sounds good.
They’ve finished recording the follow up, so I expect that to drop before the year’s end; if not then early next year. Will it be even better than this? Chances are good.