Showing posts with label Deeds of Flesh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Deeds of Flesh. Show all posts

Monday, July 8, 2013

REVIEW: HEDRAS RAMOS - ATOMS AND SPACE


If you come whistling by this site every so often you may remember my review of Charlemagne: The Omens of Death, the concept album captained by Sir Christopher Lee. In that review I mentioned six-string phenom Hedras Ramos (Jr.), a singular talent who composed several songs on that record and emerged from the hour-long experience as a talent to note and track. I was kindly gifted Ramos’ third instrumental album, Atoms and Space, and have now listened to this a few times in different settings: Walking through sleazy San Francisco neighborhoods at night, relaxing with a cold beer and good speakers at home, and amidst the hustle’n’bustle of a New York subway car.

I’ll start by saying that I already consider Hedras Ramos a virtuoso guitarist. Prodigy is a word that gets tossed around a lot because of his age (21 years old at the time of writing this review), but that word discounts the abilities that already place him among the elite. A true virtuoso not only flashes immense technical ability (which he shows in spades), but also treats the guitar like an instrument to express the full spectrum of human emotion. The thirteen tracks on Atoms and Space show his range and versatility, as well as his technical prowess, while also showing that since this album his songwriting (as displayed on Charlemagne) has steadily improved.

It’s difficult to pick out highlights as a sample of his greatest moments, but Ramos’ most singular flourishes follow a cosmic, sci-fi tapping style that appears on “Virtual Tangles,” “Dead Atoms,” and “Insanity of the Atoms.” While the technique doesn’t mimic the tech-death aesthetic of bands like Deeds of Flesh and Origin, there’s still a space-dwelling ability to create aggressive alien soundscapes. As is the danger with virtuoso-focused albums, a few of the songs aren’t much but a platform for guitar-oriented acrobatics. “Sweet Mercy” and “Vanilla Clouds” both suffer from the focus on solo performance over song structure, while songs like “Stars and Comets” and “Hot Arabia” both successfully launch after the guitar ignites their fuses, exploring gentler progressive rock territories that A Perfect Circle may have visited as well. The riffs that compose the foundation of each song aren’t always exemplary (like the non-descript metalcore of “Stellar Crash” and “Weird Scientists”), and I think this is the one area where I could see greatest improvement moving forward. Sometimes the solos are absolutely dazzling and the technical sorcery never less than superb, but if the song itself doesn’t grab the listener, either by the throat or by the heartstrings, they may not have the patience to hear everything the artist has to offer. There’s a ton of potential on display here, and after listening to the more advanced compositions on Charlemagne I do feel confident that Ramos will build upon these two records and head somewhere even more daring and bold.

Which leads me to exhibits A and B: “Glorious War” and “Anastasya.” “Glorious War” is the finest example of aggressive music on this record, featuring blazing technical riffing that could appear on a Rings of Saturn song before morphing into a sludgy power groove and scaling over a backdrop of gothic romance. While the song ends too abruptly for my taste, it’s one of the most dynamic performances of the album, only to be outdone by “Anastasya” a couple songs later. “Anastasya” is an exercise in gentle mood-building that layers mournful synths, pronounced bass, and nimble drumming. The guitar transforms into a voice of tragedy and futility, projecting immense emotion through the art of string manipulation. While science and atoms are referenced often in song titles on this album, Ramos still approaches music like an art form, not some cold, clinical object to be studied under a microscope. His songs are still about feeling, not diagrams and the scientific method, and coupled with his considerable technical talent, that’s why he will continue to be successful. I’m absolutely looking forward to what Ramos works on next, and so should you.

Check out Ramos’ official website, with links to his store and all sorts of information on his various projects:  http://www.hedrasramos.com/


Thursday, May 30, 2013

UPDATE: DECIBEL MAGAZINE ISSUE #105


Hey, little growlers. This is just a quick message to announce that the first issue of Decibel Magazine containing my writing has now been released. I’m humbled to not only be among many of the finest writers in the rock industry (I just started to type some of their names, and ended up naming 85% of them without looking), but to also have my first articles within a tribute issue to Slayer’s Jeff Hanneman. Justin M. Norton put together an amazing piece of Hanneman’s life and legacy, and there are quotes from dozens of musicians paying their respects. As for my own content, it breaks down like this:

Page 18-19: Obscene Extreme Festival 2013 preview - I reached out to Curby, the festival’s mastermind, and received a goldmine in DIY touring insanity, complete with machetes, punches, extortion, and just enough triumph to make it all worth it. He’s one of the most positive dudes you’ll meet in the metal community, and I also received much appreciated memories and contributions from Desecration’s Ollie Jones, Fleshless vocalist Vladimir Prokos, and Shane Embury from the mighty Napalm Death.

Page 34: Deeds of Flesh profile - Erik Lindmark took a Friday afternoon to shoot the shit with me on the phone, talking about death metal, science-fiction, and tendonitis. He was massively accommodating and a total interview pro, making it beautifully easy for me. Hopefully he couldn’t tell how nervous I was talking to a guy whose music first made me feel invincible back when I was 16, when I was wearing jeans embarrassingly large for my waist, which was something like 18 inches around at the time.

Page 102: Serpent Throne’s Brother Lucifer review - I won’t reprint the review here, but I gave this instrumental blast of dusty retro rock and harmonized guitars an 8 out of 10. It’s very good, and should totally be appreciated by anyone who likes rock music. No screaming, no growling, just killer riffs on this Vietnam-era concept album.

I also want to thank everyone who has frequented this site. We just hit 5,000 unique views recently, which is nothing more than a huge validation of the devoted metal fan base and of the talent of the bands I’m lucky enough to listen to. Writing these reviews has never once felt like work, and I thank the artists for sharing their talents with us all. More reviews to come soon, but I’m gonna take the day off and re-read issue #105. God damn is this magazine awesome.

Order the issue over here as part of a 4-issue Slayer bundle: http://store.decibelmagazine.com/collections/bundles/products/slayer-bundle

Or subscribe already, you huge dildo. At $29.95 for a whole year this is one of the biggest bargains out there:  http://store.decibelmagazine.com/collections/subscriptions-renewals


Monday, May 6, 2013

REVIEW: BEYOND CREATION - THE AURA


I try not to obsess over traffic statistics for this site even though I am a numbers junkie, caused by years of playing Strat-O-Matic Baseball with my father and perusing obscure career stats from New York Mets bench players. That being said, I can’t help but notice that my readership in Canada is lower than my readership in Germany, despite the fact that I’ve covered bands across the great North while I’ve yet to review a German release. Enter Montreal’s Beyond Creation, who I’m relying on to make my Canadian readership EXPLODE and make me as popular as maple syrup, or whatever stereotypical treat my ignorant American ass relates to Canada.

Beyond Creation’s new album from Season of Mist, The Aura, is a fresh pulse of time-warping progressive death metal that should probably be traded person to person through a media format that hasn’t been invented yet, like transferrable brain chips or spinal download disks, which slide between vertebrae and fuse music directly with your neural system. Beyond Creation’s brand of next century’s technical death displays virtuosity without distracting from the songs, allowing ample room for exploration while the structures keep each track contained in its own definite universe. The music on The Aura is elastic and borderline aquatic in nature, swimming naturally from extra-terrestrial djent to finger-blurring death metal riffing to what I like to call “progressive space jams.” No, they do not feature the most dynamic basketball players of the 90s and WB cartoons, but they do have passages of radar-pinging guitars and a bass tone that sounds like the bellow of some intergalactic worm-whale while  resourceful drumming slyly twists beneath. But these are only brief escapes from Beyond Creation’s sinister pummel and mathematic trickery, brought to life through vastly impressive performances from the entire band. From Dominic 'Forest' Lapointe’s nimble bass work (which calls forth memories of Roger Patterson’s best work in Atheist) to Simon Girard’s on-point vocal attack to the Kevin ChartrĂ©/Girard tag-team guitar assault, this is top notch progressive death metal executed with spit, sweat, and whatever fluid will replace blood a thousand years in the future.

The only song that felt uninspired was “Omnipresent,” which shifts from mid-tempo chugging to a bastardized “Snakes For the Divine” riff. This is the only song that doesn’t hold up under multiple listens, as The Aura rips through uncharted territory by achieving oxymoronic herky-jerky groove. Considering how many tempo shifts alter the path of each song the catchy nature of the music is, as Wallace Shawn would say, inconceivable. The instrumental track “Chromatic Horizon” rampages beautifully in my headphones while the title track manipulates my brain into head nodding motions, growing more violent as the song progresses. The album's centerpiece, “The Deported,” winds through outer space like one of those intergalactic worm-whales I mentioned earlier, surprisingly elusive for such a powerful beast. It’s rare to find death metal so cunning, so difficult to trap into a corner and identify before it bites your throat out.

Decibel Magazine revealed that Beyond Creation will be playing several dates of the magazine’s tour, opening for the three-headed killing machine that will be Cannibal Corpse, Napalm Death, and Immolation. If you’re able to catch them on the May 21st - June 2nd leg of the tour DO IT. I need you to report to me if they’re actually playing instruments light-beamed here from a distant planet populated with tentacled metalheads, because considering some of the rhythms and sounds on this album, that’s about all that makes sense.

Seek more Beyond Creation data here:  http://www.season-of-mist.com/bands/beyond-creation


The Aura releases in the United States on May 14th. Order this madness here:  http://e-shop.season-of-mist.com/en/items/beyond-creation/the-aura/cd/34199